And Again

To be that fool for love every time
And a slave to it just as often
How funny I remember afterward
O blind world, O blind intention
Each object of desire disappearing
I always need to laugh
At the efforts of the heart
How they turn around on hope
A boulder emotion shouldered to the top
Only to roll back with gravity to the bottom again
Some shrouding veil lifted by the wind
Only to fall like a final curtain call
The scraping sweet breeze abrading me by
So I’m back to the blind in another hunt
Awaiting arrow’s fortune to sling me blinder again