Pure as Sin

I’ve felt the magic so many times,

the butterflies and sleepless nights

 

In my youth that’s all love was,

the poetry and the cosmic tug

 

Effortless as the rising sun,

slipping to night the same as it come

 

“The heavens know best” I’d say to myself,

absolving my hands to Orion’s belt

 

Only now as I lay withered and gray,

my palms as smooth and gentle as babes,

do finally I see the errors I’ve made.