Patches Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lifetimes of earthly desires fall aside in journeys
of yesterday's patches of love.

Nothing ever becomes open to a heart wanting to find
love in streams of fate.

Turning around, searching the ends of tunnels, finding
no lightened knowledge, never returning to a place of
beginning love.

It has been shattered in two many pieces, scattered
throughout the temples of lasting futures, fading into
distant sunsets.

Disappearing with long faces, never
finding a true solace in lover's prayers, just being
set aside for now.