An Imagined Love

Though he's gone, life goes on as before - The rising sun still announces dawn; At night the moon paces my bedroom floor, But now my lonely heart cries out "Begone! " Without him, seasons still come and go, Callous Spring comes strewing her flowers; I pay no heed to Nature's to and fro, In despair is how my heart spends its hours Since he left, the joys I knew have flown, At once, like startled birds taking wing; The last of the summer's roses have blown, Not a trace remains of our fairy ring When he left, he took my hopes and dreams, Strange, he was so different from the rest; Now my abandoned heart silently screams While I stare at the sun like one possessed O, yes, I know his love was not real! Just a seed sown by a desperate hand, Expecting to harvest my heart's ideal - A castle of dreams built upon quicksand Well, now there are no seeds left to sow, But in failure I have found meaning: Imagined love can never thrive and grow, And grants harvests too sparse for the gleaning