Twirling Thoughts of Life

I sit and think my dreamy thoughts of life;
Of fleecy skies and fresh green grassy ground,
Of kingdoms won and treasures lost and found.
The toil for love 'gainst fate: unceasing strife,
But why? Are words the blades in Love's drawn knife?
That slice and shove and twist and then they pound
Love's staunch old friend of Hate through wounds they've wound
Through friends; their inn'cent world with pain is rife.
But wait! My twirling mind gives chase to thought.
Love must be more than pain, and not for naught,
It must be more than what I see each day
As I observe the hurt that it has wrought,
But still I watch the world where friends have fought,
And still I dream my life could touch Love's play.

-TCS