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?
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