Love makes mistakes
Like the man who writes a letter
When his beloved is stricken with a terminal disease
And he signs off with the name of the dying one
Instead of his own

Love makes mistakes
Like the man who seeks a red woman in lights
In place of his true love
And embraces her pretending he’s found his way home
When his center and circumference
His fire and his light
Waits at home

Love makes mistakes
Firing its guns into the night of stars
Lighting the night with
Its inevitably crazed shots of light
The target is so hard to hit
But the target at its home its center
Draws the love fire to it without a trigger
And the shooter dies.

Love’s many errors meanwhile
Light the sky day by day
It travels all around in search and in quest
Love’s many arrows are fire
And sometimes goes straight to the beyond
And are lost in the white glow of the sun