never imagined love
crashes this loud
like glass breaking
on Hi Fi sound, to split one's ears,
not to mention Ipods and dangling earphones.
Love used to be innocent and pure
besides was soft pollen on the wings blithe of butterflies like angels.
Used to dazzle in the drizzle
of evening sun, reflect
rainbow joys, a dream
ubiquitous, and so sadly
love now flows
hi-tech on highways,
in cars in the middle,
the fronts of theatres, in giggles ‘n guffaw for everyone to hear
but true lover
not there,
nor love
Alas!
