Oh When, When

Oh When, When

Oh when, when shall I be released

from your cruel, unfeeling fist?

Never of that day shall you sing,

or raise from minor to major key

glide glissando and soar free.

For misery, they say, loves company

and of all others else

I sought to avoid thee.

Oh how, how can I forget your sighs,

shivers, sweet trembled cries?

Always shall you kneel long

bedevilled, your hot knotted tongue

busy working notes in song.

For ecstasy, they say, we rarely train

and of all others else

you must shoulder blame.

Oh, why, why do clocks never run,

fast stuck set under burning sun?

Before each tick, between each tock

the frozen memories, struck in rock

loom and lie chilled, stark and locked.

For time, they say, rolls to a stop:

and of all others else

you shall forever watch.

Oh what, what became of distant door

through which you left forevermore?

Between your dry silent lips it’s living

inside arid closed cavern, never giving

passage to thoughts unforgiving.

For doors, they say, echoes create

and of all others else

you will forever wait.

Oh where, where went innocent pastimes

of blisses, kisses, sweet lovers’ crime?

Spread wide with silk scarves bound,

staked to dead listless desert ground

in honeyed torments, could be found.

For vows, they say, should not be broken

and of all others else

your bond was spoken.

Oh who, who are you to still imprison me,

seize me, forbid me to ever fly free?

A dark mirror to whom you swore

you would ever love forever more

guards the blackness by your door.

For reflections, they say, can never part

and of all others else

you possess my heart.