Poem about love, meadows and butterflies... |
Under the aged willow trees, quaffs of moonlight upon me Through holes between the olden leaves Her pinion pierces through my heart That sorrow that deteriorates worlds Enjoys the soul and tears it apart And her wings that gently flutter, provokes the mind that helplessly utter ''She is the dissonance of this Melancholy, the melodious countenance of my universe,'' that I write for this melancholic lilac butterfly, ''and my heart yearns to be forever a part of hers'' Above this night shaded meadows, I see The stars which, I feel, seem to mean: ''Do not fret my dear, there is nothing to fear, The moon is her eye and us her ears- so then tell us! Tell us what you feel!'' With unmanned reluctance I stand to say, ''She is the life of my dreams, the heart of my soul, She lives in my broken heart even when the nights of nights are cold, I cannot stand to see her every day for she is my love, But longs for her eyes and smile then I cannot give up'' For days and days I sought a reply Until days had turned to years gone by Hopelessness loomed and enveloped my heart Love that is doomed forever haunted my heart But a sudden life from behind the moon, I hear The melody of the violin nearer and nearer still Then this melancholic lilac butterfly perched upon my chest and continued still, ''Do not fret my love for I will be forever here, In your heart from where I sit, because From now on- now on - there is nothing for us to fear Even the end of this earthly suffering called life For our love it is more- our heart's life is by far more powerful Than the doors of Hades or the souls that it bore'' ''That our love be eternal underneath these skies, under the guidance of the moon and the stars Where Psyche dwells and the Arrow of Cupid flies And we shall live across these meadows, this melancholy meadows where love never dies''... |