Operor Dico (Do Tell)
Tell why your soul desires the darkness, tell why blood tastes sweeter than wine, does not
the vine produce the fruit for you to feed? Tell me why the bread of life is dry to you,
why the sacrafical lamb is a more tender meat for your banquet, do you dine on a more
refined palatte than I? Operor dico!
Tell me why the night? does not the shadows cast a fear that damns your soul to despair?
tell me why sanity thrives in disorder, why your body responds to the touch of a cold
hand? do tell for I seek to understand, Operor dico!
Tell me why voices of madness make sense to you, language becomes foriegn and translation
a vessel for your minds travel? does not the spoken tongue of your ancestors translate the
news to you? Operor dico!
Tell me whilst your mind's your own, before the journey into the world of no return takes
you away, do you not see my urgency? does not my despair touch you? tell me, before you
leave forever, Operor dico!
Tell me, do not fall between the wings of the saving angels, your departure quick to come,
your eyes fading into another realm, tell me, tell me why you leave, when I beg thee to
remain by my side, Operor dico!
Tell me before this night departs, at break of dawn your voice will be silent, tell me
why? that I may understand, if I am ever to breathe again, I need to take your final
breathe, Operor dico!
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2008
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