Retrospect

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@romankraft?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Roman Kraft</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>Perhaps you were a star. I drank your lightand found you wholesome. Oh, I loved you dear,I thought you were the brightest, full of might,unconquered by the worldly woes or fearthat brought me down so constantly, oh, love,I thought you were inhuman, so divineand thought that if I loved you well enough,that I could keep you close and make you mine.<br/><br/>Now love&#8217;s a selfish thing. I know it well,and promises are faeries in the sand,and any jackass makes of Heaven Hellwhen he, vain, promises the Promised Land.<br/><br/>I thought you were a star: for me to grow,but you yourself were suffering. I know. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>