The Refusal

On a wild midnight excursion,
I take a car ride in the trembling realm
Of illusions;
Thoughts scatter and fall apart.

Exiting on surreal rainy streets
Where time bends
Like in a Salvador Dali painting,
I think I could trace a perfume scent
Through a South American jungle
To find a gorgeous woman
With a missing earring
She left with me years before.

Love is a desperate child
Pounding at a closed door
That conceals his mother;
Only a relentless drive
Can keep beauty and romance alive
In the face of everyone’s willingness
To substitute and compromise
With their most meaningful emotions,

But I refuse!

by Uriah Hamilton

Comments (1)

Through a South American jungle To find a gorgeous woman With a missing earring She left with me years before. It's acceptance of an immortal love, it's not a refusal. Such a beatiful poem I truly loved it.