Vows

The circles of my many rings
Thicken with the feel of an aging cobweb
They lie with the weight of vows
broken and re-broken
Circles of vows broken and re-broken
I have nurtured many lovers
I have nursed many wives
With the silence of shattered vases-
they leave-
Tired of love's labyrinth
Each broken piece, the size of limitations
Dislocated by expectations
The circles of my many rings
Lie with the dust of losses
They are pains patched-
but ready to leap into the promises
of another sunset.