Poems

The Knell

My soul trembles at the toll of the bell.

In the shadows, curled up; I sob softly.

Pale face, I feel my heart

fall into the depths of my faults.

You, my love,

who would pull me from the night...

He took you back, while He leaves me.

Heaven away; I shall not touch you again.

Alone, in this world, so miserable am I,

I think of you.

No anger. No thoughts.

I vanish.

The discreet, undesired knell,

that I so long sought.

Thus I remain, fleeing,

in a corner of your thoughts.

Only you;

voice that might have been my reason to be,

I never found.

And my soul,

heavy with sins,

fades without pardon.

The sky bleeds blue,

my soul weeps endlessly.

Cold sand takes hold of me.

A zephyr wraps me, beneath this inky sky.

My heart feels flooded;

Nostalgia. Melancholy.

I do not know how to be washed

of a pardon never spoken.

This hatred, bewitching the world,

Born of a sad joy,

Becomes one with the sadness of my heart,

Born of such a gentle voice,

The motherly voice of morals.

Your sweet perfume

which is forbidden to me;

Breathes life into a sorrow,

that, it, curses me.

Your golden curls make me journey,

A journey I longed for.

A torn desire, born of your beauty.

Your golden curls, an inestimable treasure.