Magic 8 Ball

Love is a blank 
sheet of paper,
a black hole;
shooting stars 
veer off 
into the darkness 
when there is 
- nothing...
Love is a genie 
in a bottle
with no way 
to escape,
at the mercy
of its master
...It is the closest thing 
to the magnificent 
Magic 8 Ball,
revealing all 
without being smashed
into tiny pieces;
black ink and words
meaningless puddle
spill across the floor 
Love is complex
in its simplicity
...the waxing and waning 
of the moon,
the shift 
from left to right,
or sway 
from side to side
Love rides the tide,
it skips a beat
and loses nothing
when it moves on;
has no advice
or words of solace
as it slips away
without the slightest
sense of abandon
Only a joy 
to have known you ~

© 2014 TrilbyYates