* * *
Roses,
why are they
crying?
Tulips,
all tear-stained,
why?
So splendid,
so pure,
so entire,
She's left us.
No use to cry.
The nightingales
to praise her,
The stars
for the only one...
The past is lost for ever
No future to come.
Puzzles of
heat and shadows,
The emerald of
the sea,
Cool deeps
and embracing shallows,
Without her,
why should they be?
Seems
she could be next door yet...
No.
Nothing to inspire
Somebody's joy,
or sorrow...
Lonely nobody's I.
No sentence.
The curse.
Perdition.
Could I have done it
right?
I beg for the sign,
permission
To fall
into her night,
To never breathe,
never twinkle
Never sing,
never cry,
never be
The sea,
the star,
the spring bird,
The rose
of her destiny.
Oct 2012
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