Their Tale A Tale Of Loss & Tangled Threads Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Ah! Such passion!

The lover's tryst.
The lover's kiss.

...under a silver moon.

Was there ever such a night as this
fireflies twinkle through a hazy June mist.

The clocks tick on and on
the lover's tale unforld under a June moon.

Human hearts ache...a tear breaks
form an eye not willing to cry
but unable...to stop itself.

Your tear rolls down my cheek
as I kiss your crying face.

The puppets end their lives
...put back in their case.

Their tale a tale of loss and tangled threads
broken strings...love lies dead

as we huddle together
on a hot Venitian night

clouds of centuries
blowing across the bright new moon

like the strands of your hair
blown across your face

the story leaves us
...standing here.