- Empathy
in Passacaglia in G Minor
-
- Words
that turn
- inside
her head
- a cut, a
blow,
- a
twisting knife
- the pain
that separates her from
- the love
she's known --
- now hurt
instead.
-
- Moonlit
strolls
- along the
beach
- the day
they met
- beyond
her reach,
- no more
the joy that living brings
- his touch
is hard --
- his heart
is cold.
-
- Once
their love was like the Spring
- a gentle
rain,
- a harvest
moon;
-
- and once
the happiness she knew
- was
boundless,
- endless.
- Dreams
come true.
-
- Dreams
die hard and like the sun
- once
quenched
- will
never rise again;
- so sets
her sun, the evening comes
- her
options clear
- The way
is plain.
-
- Lightly,
she along the way of magic path, when dawns the
day
- will find
her not though none will stray to spare this
soul;
- the price
is paid.
-
- Bitterly,
the tears will flow, no cleansing rain to wash
the
- stain,
the rest she seeks is found beneath the gentle
waters;
- death
runs deep.
-
- Finally
- she'll
find that
- Swaddling
- peace
that
- Never
before
- had come
to stay, now
-
- Suddenly
- she's
sure, quite
- Happily
- pure, yet
- Saddened
to see
- no other
way.
-
- Through
her life she'd learned to see another way, the
- other's
dreams, and though she loves as few e'er do,
- love
unrequited never blooms.
-
- Always
she had hoped to see just one, another, just like
she,
- but
always found his vision skewed by worldly hatred,
- thoughts
and schemes.
-
- Hopes for
the future and smiles for the times
- that she
thought would be hers
- now all
forced from her mind.
- There's
no reason to tarry,
- no chance
for reprieve;
- cool
waters are waiting,
- her
moment is near.
-
- White
linen, the symbol of purity, gleams in the sun
- like a
shimmering dream; old forest
- around
her lies fragrant and deep.
- Soft wind
gently blowing,
- green
ferns 'neath her feet.
-
- Through a
clearing a stranger appears unseen
- still to
her, yet she senses him near.
- This
moment electric, like hearts finding rhyme
- is
transformed in an instant,
- they're
frozen in time.
-
- She from
the shadows emerges to view and she finds
- that the
one in the clearing was true to his heart,
- though
his battles were endless and bleak--
- his body
grows weary,
- his
spirit is weak.
-
- The
waters called to him as well
- he'd come
to wash away the pain,
- to
cleanse the dust of human toil;
- remove
his armor,
- ease the
strain.
-
- Though
victory was his that day
- hard-fought
and won the laurel crown;
- no
triumph, honors, glory gave
- true
meaning to
- that
hallowed ground:
-
- Where
tortured souls
- cried out
in vain
- Mute
witness to
- Man's
hate for Man.
- Where
brother died
- in
brother's arms;
- False
Testament--
- no saving
alms.
-
- No darker
day
- for he
than this,
- Nor
sharper point
- nor
deadlier kiss.
- The wound
that cut
- him to
the quick
- Not dealt
by foe--
- dealt
from within.
-
- Suddenly
upon the water
- stirs a
hand, her soul is bothered.
- Never
more to look in sadness
- she by
choice to end the madness.
- Trilogy
of life completed--
- Darkness
welcomes
- Come
unholy shroud.
-
- Penetrating
through the blackness
- comes a
hand, whose talent practiced
- taking
life, not giving quarter;
- reaching
down, his strength is greater.
- Saving
grace to him was given--
- Death
defeated
- Breath of
life comes down.
-
- Another
time another place she would have perished, yet
by grace
- of he
whose tenderness embraced the needs of one whose
life was young.
- He
reaches down and pulls her from the emptiness of
death and fate
- unearned.
-
- Another
time his heart would find no room to save one
from despair.
- Another
place had seen his sword thrust deeply; none were
ever spared.
- Today she
touched his passion, burned him like an ember
from the fire
- inside.
-
- Struggling
to fight redemption
- Shivering,
her gown resplendent
- Glittering
like silver tokens.
- Carefully
his arms enfold her
- Skillfully
strong hands uphold her;
- gently
borne to higher ground.
-
- Like a
vision, Heaven-touching
- Placed
her on damp grass and sun-warmed
- Spark of
life, blues eyes a-flicker.
- Peers
into tan face and gentle
- Character
of one who saves her;
- here's
The One she'd never found.
-
- All her
life the search had taken
- Now this
moment she should find him
- Rapture
here, this place forsaken
- Strangely
how one's life, once given
- Comes to
one who's heart is aching;
- Circles
turn. How sharp the thorn!
-
- Tender
hands that touch her face now
- Understand
the grief that streaks, how
- Irony and
fate conspire to
- Taunt the
living, haunt the blessed.
- Caring
eyes look deeply, searching;
- Finds the
answer. Joy abounds!
-
- Stealthily
approaches danger
- comes the
weapon poised, a stranger
- seeks to
rectify in anger
- injured
pride on field of honor.
- Assassin's
work, a grievous deed--
- Payment
rendered
- Now the
service due.
-
- Crouched
like leopard, sprung like lion
- from the
depths of hate a crying
- beast
seeks out its prey, devours
- the man,
destroys the hope of she
- Who
waited. Taken from her heart--
- Darkness
swallows
- Plunged
in endless gloom.
-
- Thoughtless
blade has found the mark
- Guided
home, it pierces heart
- He who
fought and shielded her
- from cold
metal -- warm blood mingles
- With
clear water, wine of tears
- Bitter
chalice, spiteful brew
- Potion of
the Damned, it burns
- into her
mind and lingers there.
-
- Roles
reversed, and tenderly
- Comforts
soul in agony;
- Gentle
hands enfold his face,
- he in
final consolation
- Smiles in
peace. This resting place
- Cradled
in her arms he makes
- One last
gesture, holds her hand.
- Softly
spoken.
-
- Empathy.
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