I forgot that your light foot

was transformed into ashes,

and, as during good times,

I ventured to find you

along the path.

I passed through valley, 

plain and river; 

songs filled me with melancholy. 

Afternoon faded, 

tumbled its luminous vase. 

And you didn't appear!

The sun crumbled its poppy,

charred and lifeless.

A foggy fringe trembled

over the flelds.

I was alone'.

From a tree,

a whitened branch like an arm,

rustled in the autumn wind.

I was terrified and cried out to you,

“My love, hurry to my side?."

“I hold fear 

and I hold onto love.

My love, speed your journey!" 

Night thickened around me; 

my madness grew.

I forgot--they made you deaf 

to my lament;

your deadly dawn,

your heavy hand, 

too late, its quest for my hand, 

and your wide eyes, 

a sovereign inquisition!

Night extended 

its bituminous-black pool; 

The owl of mystic fortune 

fretted the path 

with the macabre silk 

of its wings.

I will not call out to you again; 

your journey has ended. 

My naked foot continues its trek; 

your foot remains eternally quiet.

In vain I hold this vigil 

along deserted roads. 

Your ghost will not come together 

in my open arms!
 

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by: PhoneBoy