Once I Had
It's a long time ago
that I flew high and thought
that’s like a carrion crow
flying over a deserted plateau
could bring its prey so much woe.
Once I had a rose, a ruby rose,
someone stole it; my death throes.
It vanished like yesterday's snow.
I saw it as a television show
my heart that was so much aglow,
knew you decided to let it go,
like a third-rate picture show.
I wended my way through shadows,
sometimes was lost in meadows
or languished beneath the shady willows.
It was then too late for me.
I lay beneath the ugly Judas tree,
wondering how could he
have stolen my love from me.
But does he kiss you passionately?
as I, a bird of prey, did?
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2023
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