Innuendo Poem by Nero CaroZiv

One day it will come; one day it will be
Like the rushing waves in the sea; without us noticing; without us being in the mind to see
Something will change within us, obscure; quietly with no turmoil or alarm
Some thing will congeal within us; something will shrink and will become dull and calm


One day it will come; one day it will meet us under the chase
Like any other natural case; with no fear or trepidation or any heart breaking pain
As the rigorous river surrender to the mighty sea with cordial grace
As the nights of summer yield to brutal autumn; our summer from its strength is drain


It will come, it will happen; I know though those things are without comfort or charm
So confident and assured I am; that it will come; like a clock is set to beat
Like the drawn line in a gypsy dark patina palm
Like it was always there for us to acknowledge, waiting for us to make an acquaintance of it


It will come, the draught and the blast that shrink lovers hearts
By then we will be bored, insensitive; not everything would shutter us
Not everything can hurt; not even dull monotonous depart
The river once overflown will be dry and so will our lust



One day it will come; one day it takes place
No regrets; with no fear or trepidation; just with some awkward grace
And the heart guarding itself from pain and grief
Will normally beat; blood will naturally throb as in a cold heart thief



And we shall be
As all other things in nature of final end, of flowers and trees
We shall be far and whole, and in screeching peace
Ears dump, hands holding our broken love lease


For we could not change, as others do,
We took no heed of the monster that breeds our scorn;
And I was that poor swain that sighs for you,
Once I used to think that for you alone in the whole world was born.







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