As dead

Love lies as dead in the archives of mind

but a touch and it rises again

not to stand tall and proud

but to strut like a peacock and grin.

That grin comes quite naturally

to one who has won the battle

but love never fights, you know, you know,

so what is the battle it’s won?

Simply the battle to be entrenched

and though dead to still be alive

but from my human perspective

it’s an endeavour to no avail.

If I look further perhaps it can be

something to celebrate

but stuck in these times of limited view

who can attest to something unknown?

Strut as you wish and grin all you will

but a touch doesn’t last forever

so back love  will go to lie as dead

and it all seems silly to me.

The meaning of silly?  Well, here we are:

“Silly did not originally refer to the absurd or ridiculous –

 in fact quite the opposite.

The word derives from the old English word seely,

meaning happy, blissful, lucky or blessed.”

J