I care not for seasons or for love
both change often enough,
absolute love supposedly never changes
so, below be done as well as above?
Should we be
unconditional and steadfast, as Madmen and prophets?
Don't you see,
one believes in an illusion, another creates his own?
Can the template from above be followed below?
The error of the heart is believing so
else all fails and the folly of men repeats;
I care not for nature or death
both never change or even bluff;
time and Heavens above
supposedly are always changing -
divinity alone contemplates absolute love
for fools believe they counsel kings
as we are all jesters
in a merry dance til death
the most constant of all fates.
Where are those immortal beings,
pulling strings on puppets
who surely know,
the comedy of Life is patterned
as above, so below?
Adding your comment:
i do feel this could do with a little tightening of the lines butto each his own. Always remember that in poetry, there are no hard and fast rules unless you are writing form poetry. It's all about what appeals to you as the writer as well as to your reading audience. Just like I don't care for punctuation and capitalization... others seem to feel it is a must. Of course, they are wrong and I am right.
