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Issue/Publication: We were young and like two resting little birds one above and the other below the boulder of a tree… Bubbling bundle of beauty with a body like the wisp of a reed…my songs were the echoes of her voice…we loved and lived in love. Together we committed common sins that must be pardoned since the intensity of the passion was like the fiery furnace; a rumbling vortex of flames … But time stole the show, and the events that transpired were rubbed in by the odium of the ruling junta such that the burning furnace slowly tarnished into dwindling coal embers… We must have loved for wrong reasons however because the songs became a noise at our union; discomforting, ready to burst the eardrums; the echoes became discordant, a cacophony of sounds. She left in the wane of the heat when the embers were almost ashes; what she left behind was a story that needs not be told … but like all untold stories, it piled up into a tact-able embodied entity bearing form and weight that haunted my dreams…

Poem

September 30, 2008

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Again tonight

Your name lingered on

Palpably on my lips

Fastidious and soft like petals

Sweeter than pure honey

 

In my dreams again I saw your visage

In my sleep I called your name…

 

The exciting rhythm

Present in the syllables

Incite strong memories

Of what we used to do

 

Like holding hands and laughing

Playing hide and seek…

Sharing our tears and joy

Kissing caressing and loving

 

Again my inamorata…

Throughout the day long

I lazed thinking of you

I recalled your promises

I remembered my own vows

But alas paramour

It has all come to nothing

 

How I dread the imminent twilight

The night brush of cold wind…

When I will lay alone

All night long with tears

And your name on my lips

 

Our journey on earth

Is but a course on perfection

For man live short of glory

 

Come back to me my love

Let us relive those happy days

Which memories haunt my dreams

That remains indelible in my mind

But can man swallow-spoken words?

Can a clock read time backwards?

Can man re-gather

A basket of broken eggs?

 

Forever and ever, farewell inamorata

The tide of fate is high

It is in it we find ourselves

 

Alas beloved listen to my vow: Listen!

A part of my heart remains for you…ever

For strong is my affection for you

And endless is my love