Inner-life Serenade

Lover she was,

pulling at my deep strands,

this way and that,

invested time in this,

cautious strand one over the other,

washed over incessantly,

were china pebbles,

whose permanence,

shattered between waves.

Over it was,

when the ocean bed,

in which my energy lay,

dried up and left bare,

was a suspicious cynic,

whose smile had gone biting cold,

compassion replaced by tinkering,

sinew and joint pulled out of place,

hope for replacements quashed.