Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

Lost Love

(Note: taken from a diary of a young lady)
 
In memoriam of Jose` Maria
aged twenty, drowned.
 
I lounge on an uneven stone
under the uneasy shade 
of an ancient carob tree,
away from the hot rays 
of the summer sun.
I sit alone, abandoned,
I contemplate in vain,
for my thoughts wander on you,
who left me in the lurch.
 
I stare vacantly towards
the mighty sea that 
like a cyclone of frigidness
buffets the darkened rocks 
that form the inlet. 
Wave after wave 
enters the narrow strait
and rumble onwards
to the horrendous shore
throwing iridescent sprays
over the plaque of cold hard marble
that hides a tragedy of life.
 
Under the Iberian sky
prickly pears ripen
a stone's throw away 
from the glinting shore
amid the green olive trees
slightly wet with sea spray.
The plaque seems to glow 
in the hot summer rays.
 
I wonder what made Jose` Maria
swim in that turbulent sea.
Maybe he searched for treasure lost,
or hunted for the slippery octopus,
or mourned over lost love.
A life destroyed.
 
Am I not astray too? 
I am so far away from you, 
forsaken and unloved,
for you are like the sea, drowned 
in a cyclone of frigidness.

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