~ The Veil~

The curtain has closed, red velvet upon the floor…
Those feelings that dwelled are once again, no more.
Thy part was played, with careful moves and much reason…
But the story is done, night falls, drifts soft…off again to another season.
Winter or spring? Eternal time shall tell…
But thy heart sees, and knows…and so begins to swell.

For the play was a masterpiece, each time it is such…
But to all good things, an end…thy sadness is too much.
Why do we play…in the ranks, knowing well its full price…
Is it that dear that we should hurt, any more than but twice?
The answer is yes, fools we may be to let it happen again…
But for once more…to all thy good things…they must come to an end.

Hieros ~ 2005

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