Feigned Submission

If all life leads to death,
Does all love lead to its refutal?
A wanting as inevitable, that it must end?
Like a bee that knows it must die
To defend itself, so we desire those
Whom we know will let us down.

In a palace where lyres
Reveal reflections of invisible summer,
In a courtyard of marble and dew
There is born an embrace
That will never be.

(A feeling rising, dancing, rising,
Justifying all the beauty of the horizon
Without justifying itself.)

More bonfires are needed:
The burning of futile emotions
Beneath the gaze of the eternal sky
Whose light never hides.
Who has the heart
To light the first flame?

Kissing to the rhythm of the waves,
Holding hands whenever the midnight wind blows.
- Don't tell me the secret that makes
Those dreams go away.
If it's my heart they want
Then it's my heart they will get;
On my terms.

This failing heart will only give in
To silence. A silence that merely
Whispers her name, and walks on tip-toe
Through every path that leads to her.

Is it dangerous to try to deceive Fate?