into the garbage bin of mind
from where no reflux back into
the realms of heart's desire.
this nonsense of perceived reason
the matter floats around about
the good and bad of each season.
useless to man, beast, woman, child,
seeks to grab the podium
and plead asylum from the mind.
for love‘s just a nickel/dime issue
that neither pays the piper's fee
nor brings within the feel of you.
and make the space for timeless grace
but it will not, won't, refuses to,
until mind moves back a pace.
love's end comes first before the start!