Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The silent fall
The cold, tyrant wind ushers me away. Faceless and hollow, I bid a mute farewell.
Disowned from your fruitful embrace, which now stands stark and bare; I wish I could rebel.
Restlessly, I wander with an obscure hope that you express solicitude,
But disappointed by your incipient decline, I lay limp around your roots.
Exhausted and bruised, Iam annihilated beneath thousands of unknown rustling feet,
Woe is me.. perils of your betrayal, you chose my death, it’s unsaid but discrete.
Desolated, I wonder, did you breathe your last? Did you ever come to your end?
Or enclosed within your beguiling scarlet cloak, you didn’t perish but only pretend.
I wonder if you were seeking solitude and concomitant liberty, an appeal you extended without a sound,
And will pray for my decay during the interregnum, until the first blade of grass sprouts from the snow covered ground.