Like A Passerby Who Finally Missed The Train Towards Home.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

LOVE is better
done in the dark

it too has stark
realities which are
not good
to look at in the naked
light

it is true perhaps
that love is just in the mind
making all the
good scenes rather than
seeing what
really is there

the human skin with its
blisters
the cracking lips of
our mutual endurance
the silly hands and the
shaking legs
which desire has not really
fully understood

love is more beautiful in the
mind
rather than the heart
which is the one that suffers
most
in this
game that we all play all day

names do not matter
places are just places
what you once missed and
have taken hold
becomes another one
dropped and forgotten

sometimes i ask if love is
worth understanding at all
and the voice says
it need not be
for it cannot be understood

it is just felt like a mist
like a snowflake that melts on the
warmth of your palm

like a whisper without any meaning
at all
like a passerby who finally missed
the train towards home....