In distancing our courtship
You said leads me to ‘profound fulfillment’
My middle age years in your arms
I thought is endless
As time nears my last hours
as an earthly mortal
Realisation dawns my well-accomplished joy
Our meaningful short spell of passion
I thought is endless
As you pay no heed to my presence
The wounds bolster my energy to new horizons
Of understanding I think is endless
After all, how can flowers blossom
in volcanic dust?
