My Lover

Wretched am I

My life from high empyrean has fell

to Hades sent, and here, for now, to dwell.

In solitude, lost and broken

haunted by the memories of collusion

with the princess of the mountain coast,

Who captured my heart in the mists’

of the Orme like a bewitching ghost.

Her enchanting eyes

hid the Lilith with lustful thighs

and chameleon tongue that engulfed a host.

We danced a dance of love looking into

one another’s’ soul as our hearts entwined

we lost ourselves and left the world behind.

But the Fate’s decreed it not to last

once the shadows distant were cast.

Dark clouds gathered and rained down a sorrow

upon a passion nurtured in loves sweet garden.

The deluge destroyed what grew

in a flood

 of jealousy and greed and superficial need.

Flowerbeds overgrown with an intrusive weed,

strangling the life from the flowery heads.

Black mournful eyes

shed sliver tears far to many times

To count…

Now…

the smell that pervades your absence

Is one of dust,

not of flowers or the nectar of passion

not even lust.

Just a cold dank musk.

So from situations that was hard to defend

that led to a sad and tragic end.

You inspire me to a new confidence,

to make amend and balance desire and need

with the love

on which our souls feed

my lover, my friend.

© P Williams 2004