Hell has frozen
for my heart
no longer burns
in anguish
Searching for the
one who would
repair every intricate
piece and place it
back in its place of
origin
Restoring it to
normalcy
extinguishing all
the pain inside
putrid stench that
never abandoned
my sight and
stained my zealous
dreams with stains
of blood that when
dried would pinch
my soul and
not allow me to
enjoy life itself
turning me mad
and foolishly demented
for I cried your name so
many times that perhaps
you heard, but did not
recognize me.
For I have walked the very
street I felt your presence
many many times to no
avail
Yet this the Sabbath was
when our souls met again
on this planet of lost souls
and wounded warriors
Greek gods of yesteryear
who left us mere mortals
to fend for ourselves
without even a morsel to
feed our wretched stomachs
nor wine to quench our thirst
Instead you left stale bread
and vinegar en lieu de vin
Maintenant je suis triste
parceque je veux etre avec toi
et tu mon amour le sais tres bien
mais je te manque trop et tu me manques?
Fisher of lost beings in a sea of torment
come to me and cast your net over my soul
never to allow it to escape from your
masculine arms.
And I write...yet, without any clear nor definite
purpose, but to record this love that grows inside
for you and for me on the part of you via
your restlessness and intoxicating kisses
that now cover my body
This surely is explosion
a volcanic eruption
which will either elevate
me to the heavens
or descend me back to hell
©CopyrightProfesoraLoaiza2013
from:
Petros Meets Clorinda---the Story of Posidonas and Medusa
