Knowledge The house sought out nears. My hands shake, but the way is clear. Hoping will doesn’t quake, nothing can calm these fears. The eighth year of learning, when it all began. Love kept the world turning, out to you, my heart silently sang. How is it the spruce doesn’t quiver when the winds blow? The cock crows when the light of #life sleeps? The chateau of sand stands as the waves flow? The#moondoesn’t hear the coyote weep? How is it you don’t acknowledge my feelings, for to you they are nothing but a whisper on the breeze. but for my heart, tis sore from your unknown stealing, it slows, feeble, weak, and it wheezes. Of this, you knew not, For then it would not have shown. Now the tears leak over, steamy and hot, Yet, stand there and lie as if you’ve always known. Lust whispers what I want, not what I need, The beat of #life pains, for it can tell it’s not going to last. Tis known, love cunningly embezzles because of greed, But in the end, I shrink back, nothing more than the past. As for me? Love is nothing but a pained memory