The last Song

New day peeping in;

It will soon be New Year with new promise and faith

Blowing by the memories of old days

Until everything will only be the last song

Or a tale imprinted in some forgetting memory…

Like the sun shining in after a long, pallid winter

Like waking up after a nightmare

New times are peeping in;

Times for the heart to feel safe;

Faint smiles and tints of sunrays

A new day, a new dawn;

Lush greeneries, clouds like polished ivory…

A new song will play for the Believer

A song of faith and gentle care..

A silent, still Faith…

Lately, I’ve not been practicing Faith;

Not been offering sweet prayers and smiling

Or offerings flowers on pink mornings…

Yet my faith is still there in the depths of my heart

A silent, still Faith;

Plaintive but not protesting,

A faith that keeps following

The daily routines, the heart aches until a new start…

I might be smiling and existing

And quietly there goes a prayer each now and then,

A prayer of delivery

Not only for me, but all those lone souls

Simply living upon faith on every new morning

A faith that wavers each now and then

But which never dies off from the memory;

Burning like a small candle whenever we fall…

Maybe not all tales become fairy tales

Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess

Courting by a limpid lake, under blue summer skies…

He was a warrior inside, but gentle and caring;

She was a rose grower at heart, living in the midst of an ivy garden…

They were meant to share love and richness

Dreaming of being held together by nuptial ties,

Innocent dreams reflected by sweet feelings…

They were lost in their own heaven

Until one day the War called the Prince to fight

And he renounced his princess

Choosing instead the lone life of a monk over her…

She tried to explain to him that some bonds last beyond time

But the Prince chose Reason over Love

Abandoning the lonely princess midway…

She now wears the veil of silence and solitude

Living in lone green fields waiting for flowers to turn golden

Lost in the memories of her prince…

He leads a lone fight but he is empty inside,

Lost in the memories of his princess…

Each time it rains down over a summer day…

A heart full of pain on a cloudy day;

Ages have gone by since he went away

Yet the heart is still sore

Each time it rains down over a summer day…

She told him to stay

She did explain, she did try, she did pray

But he went away before

They ever had a chance, seasons later on another summer day…

What stays is overwhelming defeat;

The feeling of being empty inside

Without the courage to hope again…

Why pretend to be happy, why not simply admit

That you’ve been turned down and left aside

Alone to deal with your troubles, in times of pain…

After hours of delirium…

Hearing your voice after months is like cool ripples travelling inside me,

It is exactly like falling in a peaceful sleep after hours in delirium,

Caught up in the maze of a dizzying fever…

It is strange how some feelings remained there inside me,

Never dying and gently gaining momentum

At the slightest memory of you and me, will it be so forever?

Tears well up in my eyes and I’m unable to talk to you;

Yet I’m relieved to hear your voice…

As usual, I can only write down how I feel,

For today words are all that belong to me…