Love's Wasteland

Fantasy is but the seed

Of a fruitless searching

Within my dispassionate soul

Will time bring life once more

To this wasteland

And make fertile my barren heart

Allowing the seed to reach out

And take root?

Will smiles and laughter

Bring the fruit to bear?

Will love once again

Inhabit my empty shell,

Radiating its heat and

Spreading its glow

To corners bereft of light?

Or will the years pass by

Cold and unmoving,

Hardening a surface

Unyielding to change?

Love's potential left untapped,

The seed, fossilized and frozen in time,

A lifetime wasted in scornful desolation...

The dream, thus naught but a dying whisper

On cracked and bleeding lips?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Q'ANIL]

aaaahhhh my dear friend it has been too long since i have been honoured with the power of your writing...such passion flow in your pieces that its hard not feel yourself being torn in two by your heart felt words...i loved this piece...and i'm sorry it took me a while to read it...keep it going my friend cuz at least one of us must...amazing as usual...now i need to work out this new rating system...everything has changed!!!!!