In The Fields Of Love-Growing With Experience Poem by Fired Heart

How deep my heart was buried when we ended,
Early hours of Tuesday morning.
I always knew it was not sustainable.
The happiness itself; enough warning.

No matter who they are always wrong.
I see someone I want who is not there.
I like to jump in head first hastily,
Without a second glance, thought or care.

This time I have finally realised
The love of a man is not important to me.
I must grow in other areas of my existence;
My heart must let it die; this one tiny seed.

It is no less a charming spring morning
If only one tree ceases to bloom.
The magnificent stars in the sky will still burn as bright
Without the blueness of the moon.

Now I understand that love is only a needing;
To find it; to peruse it; and to receive it.
I don’t want it; my vision of love is impossible.
It is unattainable in this land, but I don’t need it.

There are plenty of flowers budding in other fields
And now they will blossom greater still.
I will crop the greatest harvest of love without it;
This empty space will soon be filled.

(25/6/09)