Why one forgets

Somehow tenderness survives
amid the menace to life,
You spring forth in a fever of love
and again at the last moment

A sword you will sharpen.
Everything cannot make you happy,
Never to your liking
You shrug your shoulders.

Raise your hands to the sky
disappear when you want to,
Rendering all unlovely and unlovable
and yet your heart looks back at me.

When the world falls in around you
you will have a sudden gasp of brightness,
and beyond your reach
I was your exuberant soul.