Life needs no prologue, but a second edition does

It has been several years since I've published my first book, the small poetry collection "Poetry escaping the drawer". The passing years have been very laborious (although not too rich with final and complete literary products) and now, as time comes to some meaningful milestones, I've reached the conclusion that this collection shall need a re-publishing and that the new editions shall be slightly different. 

It is most probable a change of tastes, an outcome of the passage of time. 

Shortly after  that fist publication , I published a post here, telling of a hidden poem. In the new edition it shall no longer be hidden. I've also decided to make some changes in that poem, and thought that it might be interesting to the followers of this blog, and those who might be anticipating that coming second edition, to view a prelude, in the form of that poem: 

Life needs no prologue

Life needs no prologue, but

love does

for when it comes

the landscape changes

and sometimes,

afterwards,

only sadness remains.

If let, time heals

and optimism,

of the kind

we all aspire

and share

(on occasion)

shall flood the

pits of sadness.

And life

shall go on

again

with moments of

grief and joy

marking the waves

of the myriad forms

of love that

we all bathe in,

whether we recognize

them for what they are

(or whether we don't).

And nothing

(not even that good night)

Shall take away moments

well spent –

If You

have BeeN

there and then,

Completely.