An old blind man sways as if in a trance as he plays the strings of the harpsichord. His skeletal frame like a thin pine tree in hurricane winds. Strands of thin grey hair swing from side to side; his frail hands show large discolored veins and expose protruding bone against thin skin. The iris and pupils of his eyes are cloudy white. His eyes transfixed. He plays the song of a story only he knows. The strings of the harpsichord haunt his memories and recall the days of sorrow and a love he once knew. He cannot cry because there are no tears left to be given. His torment are his memories; still he plays beautifully. The ghostly eyes of the dark crow watch from the shadows.
Tag: Love
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Whispers in the dark haunt me once again.
Your voice softly said, I love you;
I thought you had come back to me.
It was only a dream.
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I had waited for her in my dreams for a thousand years. My bones cried out from that desolate and dry place where men perish and are forgotten. She came to me; I was not deserved of her love, but she came to me. Only the tears of a man could tell such things of the heart. The depths of me were a dry well but she poured out her soul to me and I became an oasis.
My love, kiss me with a kiss the gods themselves would be envious of; let them be jealous of our love. The scent of you is like an expansive field of white gardenias; the length and beauty of your hair is like a waterfall in a lush rain forest; the sincerity of your eyes impassions me, and moves me to tell you secrets of long held feelings for you; your lips are as sweet as honey and soft as rose petals in the morning dew.
Together we will cross the night seas just you and I; your hair blowing in the summer wind. The moonlight reflecting on your shimmering beauty is a sight to behold. The natural essence of you … words can’t adequately describe. In this moment, in this precious moment, I vow a vow to you. Let the moon and the stars be witnesses and let the night seas record my words and my feelings for you. I love you. If there were ever a time that you may not have known: I love you with all my heart.
Kiss me now, and let me live again. Reborn in love, and anew in the sunshine of your smile.
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In the winter you hurt me deeply, but it was in the summer that I wept.
The high potency of passion mixed with anguish is a painful purge.
The process is slow and deliberate; it cannot be rushed.
Lingering essence of you stalks and torments.
In the lonely hours I drink the cup of sweet reminisce; Intoxication is immediate.
In a lover’s cafe a sad pianist plays the keys of a Steinway beautifully.Memories of love and endless ecstasy while tears fall is beautiful melancholy.
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I remember the words you spoke to me;
Many nights you cried.
The pain of your weeping vividly echoes.
Your smile and laughter I also reminisce.
You were everything to me; Still you are.
If I could, I would collect your teardrops
And turn them into diamonds.
Your blood runs in me grandmother,
For you were both mother and father.
There are some things I must tell you.
In your last agonies you told me I was a good son;
I turned my head; tears streamed.
A woman of love; of generosity.
A beautiful angel you are, Constancia.My abuela Constancia,
In my mind you ride on golden chariots
Drawn by one thousand Arabian horses;
Your Adornment in white is the fabric of the gods.
The rarest of diamonds grace your neck,
Earlobes and wrists.I love you.
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Outstretched arms reach for warmth in cold darkness.
The days of desolation are long;
Love is sought through pursed lips and listless whimpers.
Nights of passion are reminisced, lamented and wept over. -
On a metal gurney the finality
Of suffering lies.
There is no more breath.
There is no more life—
In wide open eyes.
Oh the heaviness of her pain
On darkened days;
The wailing; the weeping,
And silent cries.
Heaviness of sorrow
Was plainly seen,
But society purposely
Turned a blind eye.
Still she valiantly fought …
The uncaring and the mockers,
The image of her face
Will eternally haunt.
Left behind in her room
Is a coffer,
And inside it, a gold heart locket
With the inscription:
“In My Heart Forever”
That was given to her by her mother.
A note was found beside it.
Who will help carry her?
This beautiful soul that graced
The earth with her presence.
Her piercing hazel eyes,
And long hair,
dark as Raven’s feathers.
As they look upon her,
Her adornment will be seared
In their memories.
A fighter; a sufferer;
A carrier of heavy sorrow
That weighed upon her —
Who among us can judge her?
In peace she will rest gently;
Perhaps she will enter the pearly gates,
Or walk the halls of Valhalla —
There is a peaceful stream
In many a dream, where the living
Have sworn to have seen her.Her Epitaph:
“Remember me not
For forlorn and pain;
But in the morning dew,
And the rising of the sun,
Three times, lovingly
Whisper my name.” -
Strands of hair and the scent of you linger –
I thought it was in the spring,
But we had found love in the winter.
Tears of my love for you fall on paper;
I beseeched the heavens to find the words
To write you a beautiful letter –Another winter has come,
And there is no warmth to be found.
I cleave to the memories of you;
The scent of you infuses my blood
To the point of utter insanity.
I have become a madman for your love –Take me; do as you will, for I am yours.
Passionate love come and take me above the clouds,
And let me kiss the starlight –
My love, let us lie together in lilac fields
and find intimacy never explored,
As you wear the colors of white and indigo –If your love has been taken by another,
I will await you on the other side for an eternity.
You will be my flower that I will nurture and water –
Spring after spring, I will await your bloom;
I will call your name in my dreams,
And passionately sing to you under a wolf moon.
