It is but a moment
The triumph of love
Absolute
Fleeting
Its demise cushioned
On the gathering of petals.
Old Puccini summons
Its roaring exaltation
When pain and grief
Subside
And the loneliness erupts
Into joyous sobs
All too soon
As death and betrayal lurk in the wings
Reversed in the moment of transition:
“Trionfa il mio amor”.
Gar Jones: November 2017
The triumph of love
Absolute
Fleeting
Its demise cushioned
On the gathering of petals.
Old Puccini summons
Its roaring exaltation
When pain and grief
Subside
And the loneliness erupts
Into joyous sobs
All too soon
As death and betrayal lurk in the wings
Reversed in the moment of transition:
“Trionfa il mio amor”.
Gar Jones: November 2017