Strangely contented is this poignant hour
deep in the cushions of the songless night,
where your discovered lack of power
to rise, or think, or give sleep the fight
locks all emotion in a distant bower.
Serendipity was always my serenity
seeking to loose the hold of passions
moving in with this new identity
breaking free of all the fashions
knowing love is our only fraternity.
Max S 1996