The End of a Line

 

A risk taken

Like so many times before

Yet always a bit different

And a little more exposed

 

My love is not selfless

What I offer I yearn for me

But it is through this avenue

That I will not receive

 

Yet this heart is not broken

Sorrow replaced with ecstasy

What new lesson was learned

That has always eluded me

 

What greater an affair

To offer one’s heart away

Like nothing is more vital

Watch the ego in its decay

 

It’s the end of a line

A substitute will not occur

But at the end of each line

Is a new world to explore

 

In this house of mirrors

Only my reflection will I see

Everything that I send out

Does return back to me

 

In reaching line’s end

The mirror’s illusion will fade

Leaving only what radiates

Circles back and penetrates

 

No one to give

No one to receive

Everything one hopes for

Always existed if we believe

 

Until the lesson’s forgotten

And cycles will repeat

Another risk will be taken

This next time we shall see