Friday 17 January 2020

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.






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