Chide the Heart

 

Chide the heart for its fateful part

In this dissolution

This course of confusion

 

To get so close

To think you've won

To see your world so quickly spun

 

What you thought you had

You now see lost

Lie awake and count the cost

 

Love leaves fast

If the heart dies young

Love is a song that needs to be sung

 

NOTE:

 

Ah, sweet love and how it leads us all at some point into a false sense of security. This is basically that love is not a thing you can hold; it’s more of an action. And actions mean doing and re-doing because if you stop then love dies. And normally when love dies you’re always the last to know. Seems the whole world can see it coming but you. So love is a song that needs to be sung, means really if you want to stay in love you have to keep doing loving things. Obvious really but how many of us at some point break that golden rule.

 

Sub note:

 

I love words and kept coming across the word chide. I first heard it in the middle of a Deacon Blue song “Bethlehem’s Gate” (Very good indeed) then lots of my friends use the word chief when greeting each other or during conversation. Quite often I will start a text message to a mate with “Hello chief” but if you spell chief wrong when rushing on a text message with a predictive text phone it offers up the word “chide”. I became fascinated with the word and looked it up in the dictionary and it means to blame. I loved the word that much that I started this poem, hell bent on getting the word “chide” in somewhere but I think it works quite well. My god how pathetically sad am I?