Falling In Love With Love

Falling in love with love,
There's nothing like this,
Become like someone you love,
Is what I hope for and miss.
My love is lonely tonight,
When the stars shine on so bright,
What is for me now right,
Is perhaps all out of sight?

Falling for someone like you,
Is it just impossible?
Why is my heart so blue?
Am I just another fool?
The night is ascending,
Dark hours coming in soon,
My wishes comprehending
In shadows from the moon.

Falling in love with love,
There's nothing like this,
Become like the one you love,
Is it impossible to wish?
Now in this gleaming light,
Perhaps I've lost my flight,
But I shall hold on so tight,
Never give up on that fight.

by Peter S. Quinn

Comments (1)

This is strange, weirdly captivating, and excessively haunted. Set at night, outside, it still dissolves into some inner dream world living in his head. Was his drug addiction responsible? Was he in the midst of a drug-induced hallucination? Well, I don't see how Coleridge the lyrical smackhead could write such well-done poetry with their rhythm and meter and depth and technical genius. I have to give credit to Coleridge the poetic genius not the drugs. He and the other Romantics were interested in exploring extreme states of mind and feeling, the dark groundwork of our nature as Coleridge called them.