balance

balance

as the lust in the loins diminishes the love increases
to measure every urge and delete the weight of time
now the balance of life finishes the past left in pieces
tides no longer surge and repeat or challenge the line
so what is there to be done the flowers fade drooping
petals curling and browning all fluttering to the floor
the decay of death has begun seconds forever looping
a sad visage slowly drowning exposing the gritty gore
between sickness and health lies the brief time of life
balance defines the limits yet takes or gives randomly
moving carefully with stealth wielding the sharp knife
imperceptible its increments murdering most handily
the weight shifts side to side both heavier and lighter
grace and malice to hide as the dim becomes brighter