Cease, what still not best

As tears wept for love and passion

Or is it merely blind infatuation?

A love lifelong confined

But if e’er their love entwined

Would not drudgery of the cycle

Turn fantasy to fractured debacle

Realize in each the soiled stink …

Spoilt curds of their drink

What was thought wine –

In spectacular aged kind

Only found rotten filthy brine?

And all a life lay wasted

Discovered of the last: all time hastened

And all those years run past?

What is any desire but longing enjoined in hope

That what’s held beyond one’s grope

Bears greater unimagined bliss

And heaven and earth turned by the kiss

And when gave be just lips and tongue

Not much more moved than when undone?

Then hands reach and bodies combine

To sap the nourishment of life from th’other

What gained, what enrichment I pray?

Is thee satisfied, full, complete and still?

Nay “still” but in its depth, there the truth: still … not best

And there in lies unrest

Such with the smell of every blossom

And livelihood: advancing our ambition

Each would give (we deceive ourselves) what pleased

It is to heavens’ God to our souls release …

Both now and forevermore

Simply know every o’er craving implore

Us to look to Heaven’s door

And cease vain dreams e’ermore