Eternal Return

Before the day my heart was shattered,
My thoughts eternally return.
A perfect likeness won’t discern.
Enochian doused fractions whispered
‘The price of love is ego martyred.’
Father Time’s trapped in passion’s urn.
Before the day my heart was shattered,
My thoughts eternally return.
I was a mouldering moon fettered
To orbit radiance that burned.
A stagnant satellite, I yearn
For those days when each moment mattered
Before the day my heart was shattered:
My thoughts eternally return.

Justin Ehrlich
Essex
England
lordhenry@hotmail.co.uk