Desolation Street [ghazal]

I came to desolation street         not even knowing its name
its ambience at first seemed sweet   not even knowing its name

all others in my world appear       contented with their lot!
contentment I so rarely meet   not even knowing its name

in winter   still the sun proved bright   the snow were crying quietly
who senses spring might yet repeat     not even knowing its name?

so many years seemed desolation street   a dim abstraction
but now my ear discerns its beat   not even knowing its name

conceitedly   I sought her image     in my self-wraught mirror
her ruse of absence grew complete   not even knowing its name

sometimes   her sense of hovering on the brink of human-kindness?
sometimes   her high disdain so fleet   not even knowing its name?

love's beauty could seem troublesome   it wounds the while it heals
its pathway seek your lonesome feet   not even knowing its name

my course of love required       a sea of distance & decline!
my schooner led a ragged fleet   not even knowing its name

all tried to treat me kindly       while love's malady consumed me
the moth can burn through simple heat   not even knowing its name

Ardeo's hope (through paradox)   was growing by leaps & bounds!
could victory traverse defeat           not even knowing its name?