An Abortive Recital

In a farland I stood there

Humming my own songs, playing by my own

Until someone came and whispered back my songs

Making them complete, articulate and sweet

I searched for this soul with this baritone voice

Only to find a man so handsome

He was God’s spirit everywhere, and was stronger than the ages

The angels of love floated about, singing the praise of the soul’s deed

We came close sheltering ourselves from humanity

As if hiding ourselves within ourselves,

Him fondling my face gently

And tears coursing down my cheeks

“We must now part my beloved

Love hasn’t chosen me her delegate, and cupid doesn’t favour me

But do stay awake in the silence of the night

Let the clean breeze carry your love and affection

I shall now separate and go back to the farland

Hum my own songs, play by my own”.

So here I leave a life behind

Secret angels carry me his complaints

As the spirits in the air sense the breath of this dying youth.

Alone I walk again, far beyond this ocean

And the song in my heart slips into numbness

Buried in an unmarked grave.

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