my first for my last love

Once upon a time, when you were mine and

I was yours. Once we talked, walked hand in hand,

our life a song played by love and drama.

I was Sita, and you were my Rama,

that myth like all myths, now ancient of days.

My life ended like in those tragic plays.

Dreaming in the darkness of my lonely

soul, mine a softer beat to you. Only

in the deepest mem’ry of my heart, and

within the shelter of my unclean hands,

you rest, and together we stay. But now

the truth is hidden non. When I ask how

you choose me go. Beyond these worldly bounds,

to seek treasures others have not yet found.

My voice an echo, with no reply, for

you left long ago, you flew my nest, your

own desire waiting for you to lie down,

put your head upon her hair. Kiss her crown.

Now for my time to fly away, to slip

from here into destinies hands. My lips

whisper my heart’s deathly wishes. Night brings

me what pain I long to leave behind. Sings

the bird, his morning song, so I despise

this world, my departure that it denies.

Sweet morn’ for some but for me it brings hate,

how long must I hold on ’til my poor fate,

does bring me the joy I have long desir’d?

My heart’s misfortune so long admir-ed,

that bitter wine that flows from others’ pain,

’til I myself may feel that warmth. It stains

the soft linen wrapped gently around my

limbs, the salt tears fall from my half-closed eyes.

How hard it is to say good-bye, to wave

a hand at this forsaken world, and save

my last breath for my last love. And blow thee

a kiss, do not deny that love for me,

that you once held in the chas-m of your

heart. Tell me this, did you love me before?