And then he turned hastily and said
“Behind those eyes there is a universe,”
From his mouth he spat from wounds he bled,
“I knew a gypsy whom me she did curse,
She came from a land strange of magical mysticism,
Dancing she bayed at that pumpkin lovers moon,
She saw my aura laughing with cynicism,
Pulsating harmonies life let it not whither soon,
It was a night of dancing and gaiety,
Worlds surrounded her for that seductive smile,
She moved to enchanted rhythm may it be,
That she held onto my heart for a while,
Voyeur I was staring at an eastern dream,
Stood I held her overcome with bliss,
I would tame her not the fates would deem,
But twas my love made meek by her tender kiss,
Her lips slowly parted mine,
She perfumed all my senses,
Pounding my heart there I suffered joyous love divine,
Viewing my life with rose colored lenses,
For there I was first born,
Tis not painless to find my soul’s mate,
To have spread my wings and there and then soarn,
Yearning to her revere and adorn my fate,
Love works not with romantic notions I long,
Heart and souls strength stymied sickly interference,
I lost my hearts song,
My damned perseverance,
I ran away I know where,
I dared not look at the sun was me too bright,
Those things most dear are those that most scare,
I just couldn’t bare her sight,
She came for me,
She came for me and sat upon that bench waiting,
She threw away all of her dignity,
Gave her last breath to me and waited,
I promised I would come,
I promised her to see,
I had not the strength,
Cursed, cursed me,
That phantom apparition,
Haunts my thoughts still,
Tis you I now tell my contrition,
I watched her there as she wept and cried,
But was held back I know not why,
There is a part of me the revels and joys,
In the pain and the suffering,
To treat those as disposable toys,
But with you my honesty I share,
As I was born with loves first kiss,
My history can I no longer bare,
So I too died I for her do I miss,
My angel is gone at my request,
My heart and soul are shrunken,
Tis she who my life did so bless,
It is in sadness I have sunken,
Now I here lie in wretched sorrow,
Grown old with years time,
Nostalgie overcomes my thoughts,
Of my one true love whom I once called mine,
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© 2005 Eric Miller