"Promises, Promises" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
Not a Fool for Promises
You build a castle in the air, a fortress made of breath,
And swear that it will stand its ground until the day of death.
You paint a vista for my eyes of colors bright and bold,
And spin the straw of future days into a thread of gold.
But I have watched the colors fade and seen the castle fall,
For words are only mortar when there is no stone at all.
I hear the rhythm of your speech, the cadence and the rhyme,
But I am not a fool who waits upon the shelf of time.
A promise is a comfort to a fool, or so they say,
A warm and heavy blanket used to hide the cold of day.
It soothes the anxious mind a while, it calms the restless heart,
But comfort turns to bitterness when realities depart.
For I have seen the gap between the spoken and the true,
The chasm where the "will be" dies and never turns to "do."
So do not try to dazzle me with visions of the prize,
I see the calculation in the corner of your eyes.
Consider first the lover’s vow, the holiest of lies,
Whispered in the heat of night beneath the starry skies.
"Forever" is a mighty word, too heavy for the tongue,
A song of infinite design that simply can't be sung.
We stand before the altar steps, the witness and the priest,
And promise that our love will last 'til breathing has surceased.
But rings are made of metal cold, and flesh is weak and frail,
And promises of passion are the first of all to fail.
The "sickness and the health" become a burden and a bore,
When the promise of the honeymoon walks out the open door.
I will not bank on "always" when the "now" is slipping by,
A marriage built on words alone is destined just to die.
