To fall in love and to rise,
To live in love and to die,
Alone in the wilderness strown,
Not an ear to lend nor in sight an eye.
To trade in glories of today; for
The paradise in future to bore
This godforsaken and ‘human’ plight,
Leads not but to woe and worry galore.
It is a folly patiently to strife,
And bring the thread of love to life,
For oneself – who know not if he shall,
Live to breathe her scent a rife.
The Hope men set their Heart’s upon
Turns ashes – or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty face
Lighting a little hour or two – was gone.