Farewell To Pearl of Pitiable Living

This is where your lover must leave you, Untying slowly the clutch of a heartfelt farewell embrace... When shall we eat from the same plate again, I wonder, As we did last night and laugh in the essence candle hue? ... The warmth of two lovers plying between sheets is the sigh of a grieved dragon; Now that you have left, the showers that befall tonight portend only cold and fog, Loneliness and wretch, virtues of a breaking man; The river has swallowed the moon and once again my ears will lie vigil to mosquitoes that chirp without relent in the bliss of dark. … My sleeves are wet with my sobs, My lonely feet write their grief in these sands we walked, For pendants of my heart tinkle only your name with every heartbeat. The thought of not wake up with you is the agony of lovers whose clans are at war And in this I know I’m not alone… Before they can even be, certain things are just meant to be, I will wait on you, pearl of my pitiable living, If it means my beard should grow thick enough to nest a finch. 23/02/18 Copyright © All Rights Reserved