A Love Poem

You may not know it, dear nonexistent readers. No one does, indeed, except for me. But tomorrow marks something for me, something that happened three years ago on January 8th. You don't care, I know, but let it be said that there is providence in the fall of a sparrow, and that perhaps someone somewhere does care.

Yesterday the sun rose and set in brilliant dragonlike enchanted red, but today it is the haunting moon that leaves its imprint on my soul. It whispers to me, "No hope, dear... not in this world... not for you."

I'm listening to The Cure's 'Love Song'. The lyrics, However far away, I will always love you/ Whatever words I say, I will always love you made me think of Hamlet's "Doubt truth to be a liar/ But never doubt I love".


UPDATE FROM THE FUTURE: Yeah, guess what? I will not "always love you." Sucks, but there it is. Maybe if "you" didn't suck so much, things would've been different.

From your dear lost poet,

magic*esi

To You

A poem about everlasting love.

“Because look-

my fallen bird of a soul

In its black despair

Has taken flight

On just the music of your eyes.”

January 2012