Our love was true – a tapestry of ornate rays;
Green heart entwined by a ductile brace.
We spoke of days that will never mature,
Our grey heads were drawn in a hazy future.
I loved you as the rain kisses the earth,
So hard, so much… I passed on in dearth.
I morphed into a cold fish with bony claws,
You scarred my heart; you marred my pulse.
You were a lovely belle with a pretty soul,
I was a blind pawn oblivious of the mole.
You sang the song of love with your fiddle,
I swayed in darkness to your dulcet riddle.
I was young and knee-deep in abject folly,
You clawed my heart into a gruesome gully.
I was a näif; I trusted my childish whim,
Now… I’m besieged by the eroding dream.
O love! You’ve petrified my brittle heart,
Solitude became my pilot on a rickety cart.
My heart is dead, it’s a mass of putrid matter,
Of love, of care, I’m deaf… love isn’t a platter.
LONE BARD
