Of All the Changing Forms
August 27 2025
by Mark Kikot
Of all the changing forms that love can take,
I thought by now I would have chosen one
To hang my heart upon. But there are none
Which so completely charm the mind, or break
The will, that I could live without the ache
Of longing for the formless passion spun
Into a chrysalis of wonder, while the sun
Invites the dreaming spirit to partake.
Between the rose’s tear and tear of thorn,
I’ve wandered like a ghost in drifting mist
And fading memory of flesh now shed,
Still looking for the perfect way to mourn
The passing of a breath from lips once kissed,
With love composed, before the image fled.
May 21, 2021