Life That goddess of old She has this irresistible fatality A hidden pearl One of her many masks she adorns In her elaborate wardrobe of celestial crystalline hangers On which she drapes her emotions A crown of thorns Pieces of glass Wet streets Silent witness to her - Raw Brutality Vicious ruthlessness Visceral Violence A beautiful car crash For which in celebration she wears a wedding dress A front row passenger And if only She would one day mourn For that lifetime lover she once upon a time tasted That romance that was ripped from her too soon The one she curse She scorns She detests For showing her a glimpse Of what could have been You see brothers & sisters , she too is a cynic like us She, that goddess of passing moments Virtuoso of fading memories Magician of nostalgia She has a melancholic bitter-sweet sense of irony But . . . I understand I understand you And though you have doomed us all She - god mother Dear - devoted sister Precious faithful lover With each one of us you take You kill a piece of yourself my love Life Sweetest of sweethearts More blinding than the brother sun More enchanting than any phase of her cousin the moon She is a cruel mistress to bare She is a treasure to those who Accept Understand Smile - at Their inevitable fate The mortal death sentence she bestowed to each of us at birth For she gave us so much A rare gift A chance to experience a rare journey Our own one of kind chance to find Ιθάκη . . . . . We are just memories Simply Just that Without those We are lost A fading nebula A hum in scattered stardust . . . . And me A whisper A hint Of a chance That could have been That could have That could That . . . .
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 20:11:06 +0000
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