Virtuous Foolishness, Nightless Dream

Virtuous Foolishness, Nightless Dream short poem

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Ignorant of limit, free of bond
Virtuous foolishness, night-less dream
All pervading, all purifying
You are the pounding of the heart
And the gushing of the blood
You are the pain of separation
And the exhilaration of tryst
The sighs, the joys, the thrills
You are the highest intoxication
You are the promised consummation

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Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them. When I referenced my diaries for poems written decades (1985-99) ago, I was surprised to find that most related to either Love or Death. I was even more surprised to discover that, with a quick change here and there, many of them could be interchanged to reflect either. It was in this way that I discovered in myself the obsession that Sigmund Freud labelled as Eros and Thanatos, a theme that has fascinated thinkers, poets and writers for centuries. Here you will find Eros and Thanatos and a bit of Philos in between.
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