THE PARABLE OF LOVE AND HATE


If there is nothing left to salvage from an empty room
Perhaps it's time to burn what's left and make it
Shameful, tearful, innocent and beautiful
Without even offering a sound to passers by
Who know nothing of the story that has recently been told

When I miss a word in a sentence, does it make it something new?
Or something old re-invited, do I see a look of confusion?
On the face of those who watched it happen, watched the pain unfold
But could do nothing, could know nothing, and shouldn't hear a word

I stared into the darkness that I perceived as light
And several hours passed before I knew that I was right
It was chance that I ended up believing the lie I spoke of
However the lie had been there all along, I simply gave it time

Without the pain and sorrow oft caused by love there is no hate
Yet hate is a comparison of love, and a comparison of all our hearts
When I took my heart to be bent and broken, it changed nothing
And it saw nothing, and could be nothing, and did nothing to help
It took a broken down object under the wings of sorrow and held
Held it until the sun rose from it's resting place of time

When it comes time to reach the place where the sun can be seen
We may find the night is lit by nothing that can be seen with eyes
It is everlasting for me, only brightened, not really turned to day
But the day may be alone, did anyone think to ask, I fear not
Despite it's rage and forceful shaking, we saw enough to shy away

Maybe the most clever thing ever done by me, you, her and they
Is the act of forgetting to complete a task, or complete ourselves
Is it necessary to buy into the dream of love everlasting when we,
The lonely secrets of the night and day, may never been seen
Or believed


22/11/98