Tonight's Poet Corner: Love Theme
Love Theme by Belinda Roddie Oh, my heart! How it sings. It recalls symphonies of strolls in parks dank with dew and tears. It pays homage to the bards who serenaded women, poor fools, beneath windows in the dying dusk of night. And as the sun rises, they are left with both their chords and discord. Passion stirs irrationally, as the poets always remind us. The stories we compose from ink and nylon strings only tell us of the first chapter. Nothing more. How, then, does the novel end? We would hope like a fairy tale, that "Happy ever after" epitaph engraved on our tombstones, like fairy dust sprinkled on a feverish forehead. We wish for Hollywood. We receive a small cinema house instead, though the romance tastes just as sweet, like Moscato, or Riesling. But the palate only clings to this cloying desire for so long. We are disillusioned, for a time, but at long last, we spot gold again in sunsets. For as the sun sets, we believe, deep down,