Futile Altar

It was no more than happenstance

That caused two wandering souls

To briefly meet – the purest chance

That she gave me a second glance

How strangely Fate’s bell tolls.

 

It seems to me we shared some times

That only my heart treasures

Mine alone calls them sublime

Enough to try and make them rhyme

And precious beyond measure.

 

How mystifying our Maker’s mind

To smile at such imbalance

My voice with hers briefly entwined

Only, in the end, to find

The song had no resonance.

 

Love can surely only croon

The most elusive odes

It seems at first the perfect tune

But discord creeps in all too soon

The harmony erodes.

 

The most impassioned love song dies

The lustiest voice must falter

When it finds its sacrifice

Is viewed with cold, indifferent eyes

Upon a futile altar.

 

So fare thee well, my unmoved muse

God grant your heart’s desire

He gives us all the power to choose

There are no techniques one can use

To set a stone on fire…