Because you can’t always say ‘I love you.’
else the hour that offers solace in quiet contempt for coming morn should not share the shades of being nor veil the voice of vices calling, when ponders the playwright of purpose and meaning lifting the letters from longing’s grasp finding now fertile these fields once barren and slips from slumber to slake his thirst – else the anguish of honor failing feeds a fire that fuels the falling and holds the hero’s heart for ransom, suspended upon the poet’s gallows weighing wisdom ‘gainst an unweaving of void and virtue and vital sin, nurtured by nothing unnamed but known, unmade manifest moved to be – else the opening ends in silence and heralds the hope of hidden truths, light being lost, left to fade tempting twilight to temper day, a rose, a reason, in radiant bloom stirred but strong in stolen moments, wields the warrior word and flame, a crusade of sorrow for secrets kept.
You should make the title of this the last line. “Because you can’t always say ‘I love you.’”. Just an opinion.
That last line was just a little commentary by me. 😉
I figured that … (especially since a lot of your other poems seem to have that as well) … but it would be a really, really great title for it.
I suppose it would. 🙂
Makes it transcend the beauty of the moment and twists the mind into framing it differently. Beauty in the juxtaposition as well as the straight on.
Anyway – my two cents. 🙂
And it is appreciated. 🙂