SHATTERED LOVE Past all prediction, this unseasonal weather, Summer contesting his empire with Fall, From the murmur of leaves as they whisper together, To the keening lament of a carrion squall, My feelings seem bound to a floating down feather. How can I believe that its over at all? Where did they go, the years ever turning? I think of the good times that made us so rare. But tempted by others, we parted, tears burning, With guilt's heavy burden, a lifetime to bear. Could we ever regain what we lost to base yearning? Like the sun out of season, find courage to dare?