Love Astray

Ah the bleak abandon of a silent neighborhood

And the masochistic query: How could? How could?

I have made the choice to dispel all light and love?

And given up all the grace, warmth and sun above?

Forlorn be the spirit of the woman who chooses wrong,

Desperate be she who could not see the glory all along

The golden coast and sapphire sea.

I cry, I plead, be Christ, be Judas be anyone but me!

And oh the circumstance of my well-wrought seclusion

That has me reveling in memories and lily-built delusions.

By justice what culprit do I beseech for delivering these chains?

That revelation has multiplied thrice my pangs.

That it was I who constructed so castrating a device,

And in doing so expelled myself from so precise a paradise.