Better than an ode to diffidence
is one to those who’ve dared to love,
felt difference,
Sometimes felt too fast, too strong, too hard, too late,
but felt at all, fell for love’s sweet bait,
Fallen into sea, where drifting, all lost lovers,
await the time, the change
time takes to so recover
A measure of the hope the fallen felt
before the sands of time a new hand dealt.
An ode to diffidence would not recall
the knowing that, with love,
we’ve felt at all.
Courage to all lovers, nothing lost,
life risked for difference when love accosts.
scottishmomus 