Tragedy

Touch the stream of sorrow now
and allow deep scarlet tears to flow
weep for there is no tomorrow for us
and the past is but fragments of broken memories

it fades away restlessly through quiet melodies
allowing us to cradle each other within the cold,
bittersweet caress of the darkness

sleep, my beautiful one, and lay your worries to rest
allow the forgotten angels to stop that beating in your head
with my hand on your eyes as they close, I'll kiss the pain away
your cold lips on mine, afraid to reveal the sorrow you feel

the twilight torments us, the light is bending low
the sovereign moon hides its shame from gray skies above

on that very night under a blanket of death,
the presence was felt of that one feared truth
a vague sense of sin that overwhelms all that it touches
and lovingly consumes the soul with the prey that it catches

surrender thy fragile beauty
to dance with nothingness for all of eternity
to frolic in emptiness
and live under the promises of loneliness

the silence gently whispers your name
angel of death, your soul he shall claim
shall i take hold of your hand?
and sing bitter songs of your command

or should i scream against the dying of the night?
and call upon some far away god for your last delight

decide frail rose
your gentle hands are trembling,
your strong hands that I loved most

as the moonlight fades with the sparkle of your eyes
as a tiny drop of melancholy turns into a crystal tear of ice
trickling down your cheek
before shattering on the cold, hard floor

you lie sleeping now,
like a delicate petal of a perfect flower...
skin as white as the pale gray sky
as you grow even more luminous against the dark night

the shadows soon embrace you
slowly, gently, you vanish towards oblivion
i stretch out my hands,
grasping for nothing but empty air

I see on my hands your blood,
stained with guilt of taking sad life
silently i bring my fingers to touch my lips
and taste your life that was once mine
bitter...
sweet...
it stains my lips and hardens my soul
yet it reaches the core of my black, tainted heart

the ominous beating resounds, ringing in my ears
blindly, I did paint my longings in shades of red
saturated by my painful tears
and framed with our pain

it hangs in the cave of forgotten memories
surrounded by vast, empty space
seen through my blind eyes

and you still remain silent,
gone as you are now
cold and still...
broken and alone...

But without the pains...
without your past, you are nothing
remaining as broken mirror still...
my fair, tragic friend... adieu   *****
This story remains a tragedy.  Its pain is still sometimes too real.  Happy Mother's day to me.