In Vain

Venetian heart of glass you close to me

As with false smiles you open up your arms;

I blind my eyes, embrace uncertainty

Succumbing to the pleasure of your charms

No rose to me would ever smell as sweet

As dreams of you and I in love’s embrace;

Yet when at last in passion our lips meet,

The taste is bitter, hollow as your grace

As bees and flies to honey sweet are drawn

So I in numb precision follow you;

I self-destruct, identity forgone

Trapped in a land where only lies are true.

One day when the wisteria have fled

Perhaps you’ll notice all the tears I’ve bled.