Love and Madness

You have become as hard as rock.
What can rock do to a heart of glass
but shatter it to pieces?

You laugh as dawn laughs at the stars
surrendering their lives.

You burst open the door of my heart

and all thoughts escaped, my patience,

defeated, followed in haste.

With reason and patience gone

nothing is left except mad passion,

feverish and weeping,

singing ecstating songs.

Love is the call and poetry the voice
but I will speak no more for on the

subject of love words shatter.