Danger, Will Robinson, Danger

Being up this late, or this early, can't be a good thing, can it? Here are the ramblings:

In the madness

The façade holds
Though teetering slightly
Normalcy still clings
To its fragile perch
Excepting very late at night
Delving deeply into thought
The mind seems to find a path
Past the clutter of the days repast
The cares and needs of those around
Have quieted a bit in my head
Leaving room to hear the heart
Or perhaps
The sound of the madness
Finally heard above the haste
For what is love
but madness
What is passion
but a fever
To love passionately
Is to burn fervently
With madness
But not to burn only
But to revel in the flame
To feel that ardent heat
To smell that fiery stench
To hear that crackling
As it burns ... burns ... burns
And yet to embrace
To draw it closer
To pull it inside
To welcome that sweet death
That we call love
For true love means
To give to have
To throw out to hold
To die to live
To wait
In the heat
For that love to return
To want
And want nothing else
To yearn
For that smoky embrace
To wait
In the madness

Ron Simpson, Jr.
March 6, 2009