A draught of sorrow, Siren-tears refined,
From depths within, where shadows darkly brood,
Applied to Hope, a bitter salve to bind,
And Fear, a tonic, where Desire had wooed.
What blunders danced within my blinded heart,
While bliss, a mirage, shimmered in the sun!
My eyes, unmoored, played a delirious part
In fevered dreams, a battle lost and won.
Yet, pain’s embrace unlocks a precious truth,
That evil’s kiss refines the good we knew,
And Love, reborn from ruins of uncouth Desire,
Ascends renewed, more potent, ever true.
So humbled, to my quiet I return,
Enriched by loss, a profit thrice the cost,
And find, in ashes, lessons yet to learn,
A purer flame, where heartache loved the most.
E.P. Robles | Poetry 