Voices of reflected euphoria do what they can

To negate the curse I feel knowing of my ban

To be fated against my every reasonable expectation

I find myself in the throes of my own rejection

In all my private holy wars and the punishment due

The last thing I expected was a song and dance by you

Like an ox with sunken cheeks caught in hard lines

Swallowing hard as I tiptoe through emotional landmines

Puzzled in finding you in various stages of discontentment

Even as I look on at you and whisper of my enchantment

The loudness of your anthem cannot drown out the sound

Of the melodic toccata as its beauty holds it’s high ground

The beating of my heart bleeds out as it cries for more

Knowing that there is nothing to prevent the shutting door