Thursday, January 4, 2007

LA MAMA MORTA

The opening renders my heart hollow
My mind in earnestness listens
Mournful melody fills my lungs
Gasping for breath, I hardly swallow

Urgent words go rushing past
Sighing notes soar towards the sky
Eyelids flutter and lips quiver
My heart loses weight terrifyingly fast.

Of dancing times spent under the willow
In hail or snow or sombre gusts
Parting then was a distant thought
And now are moments with tears on my pillow.

Treading down a lonely path
Quickening my pulse, ripping my bearings apart
Thwarted soul hangs in shadows deep
Fervent cries against destiny draft.

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