Dedicated to: HER…
How could this happen – so beautiful, yet ugly?
Imbued with grace, yet evil; love and hate…
So deep and bottomless, so shallow and hollow;
How could this happen – so beautiful, yet ugly?
Imbued with grace, yet evil; love and hate…
So deep and bottomless, so shallow and hollow;
In months it ended – destined for the ages.
The snowy slopes, magical and merry,
The Christmas grace and love that never ends,
Of heart and minds, of goals and souls – a marriage,
And then a clash, a crash — around the bend…
A knight and castle, magic night, a muse of music,
And alleys in a park, a Finnish sledge,
Her smile, my laughs, our eyes – forever fusing,
And then it ends with figures on a ledger.
I worshipped her, admired and she answered:
A magical creation, distant land;
It started with the rhymes of playful banter
And ended worse than hateful, worse than bland.
Her kiss was sweeter than ambrosia, wine or nectar
Her hands was warmer, “cooler” than can be,
What necromancy wicked flipped the vector?
And now: “her against me,” gone are — “we”.
A bluish gown, embraces in the sauna,
Oh, what the hell! -Perhaps the Russian bath,
She bettered Cleopatra – hardly solemn,
I felt her warmth, her heat, and now – her wrath.
Forget the wrath – that’s hardly so painful,
Much worse – a nothing, silence, breach in stars,
A hole in my soul – was it fateful?
Or was the curse and shipwreck only ours?
An interesting, amusing composition:
Unending admiration — and the blues;
Such gratefulness — yet spite; my rhymes and fiction —
Our bitter words and deeds, both so clueless.
Cacophony? Or magical sonata?
Which was the truth: the beauty of the lies?
From stars to grave, from everything to nothing…
And what’s the purpose of these silly lines?
Can feats of magic break the wall of stone?
Affection or infection – which shall win?
How can I gain my knighthood back, by her bestowed?
And see that smile in her eyes, embrace the wind?
Whatever comes of this sincere ballad –
Another venture to Samirian stars…? —
Know always that our love was no fallacy
And that the loss was fated not, but ours.
I hear now the mellow, graceful melody
Of those chocolate and loyal eyes of hers;
I hope it’s no crime and no felony
That all of me I put into this verse.
There’re many stars above, in fact – a myriad,
But in that yonder, somewhere far beyond,
There lies the constellation of Samiria,
It always IS, it’s hers and mine, and yours…
It shines in times of present, past and future,
To yearn for it is silly – it exists;
Its light is mellow, Samirian and musical;
It makes the beauty come alive, ignores the sins.
I now know: my quill has served its mission,
I’ll say for certain: our alliance passed the test.
We authored magic truth and truthful fiction,
The world is glad we met, forget the rest…
By Daniel Sofre, May 31st, 2015
