Confusion

Fools rush in while Angels weep,
Hopes are born that thrive on dreams.
Your heart is given to another's keep,
and all is lost or so it seems.

Laughter dies and tempers flare,
Hearts once joyful turn to stone.
No one listens or seems to care,
and you are once again - alone.

Glowing embers of resentment,
replace the passion, joy and lust,
replace the feeling of contentment,
turn into sorrow, leaving only dust.

Love is what burned you, and made you a fool.
Love was the fire, your dreams were its fuel.
Tears weren't sufficient to help you stay cool.
Wisdom remains once you cremate the fool.

Now Angels once again rejoice.
For now you sing with a different voice.
You love again - but not an illusion...
life itself in all its profusion.