Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)

By the still and quiet waterside,    
a lone soul sits in contemplation, dry eyed.    
The moon dressed in star-studded twilight      
while the fauna congregate for the evening highlight,      
a nocturne concerto that is soon to play    
the lilting notes of a flute’s oeuvre.    
     
Filling the air is a gentle musical larghetto,    
a melody that should have been a dueto,    
melancholy sounds yet ever so sweet      
float through the night in a delicate beat.    
Slowly the notes begin to rise,      
wrenching tears...

Doth thou see  
darkness’s inevitability?  
Commeth ye who comprehend,
all that begins must come to an end.  
 
Woeful and tasteless life  
get thee behind me  and my strife,  
bothersome thou hath become  
with tribulation and affliction.
 
Sweet nightingale wilt thou sing  
a soul-soothing melody  
to remove love’s sting,  
fading for a while this travesty?
 
Thou hast seen the rain from mine eyes
and knowest the sorrow that dwells inside,
be thou my vision, nightingale of mine,  
the...

When the dance ended and the music stopped
I wept the sorrows of my broken heart.
When the melodies ceased and no longer played
I was left in desolation, hidden and not displayed.

Now the songs are not sung  
and the poetic lyrics are undone,
the inspiration that once glowed so bright
has become an abysmal darkness  in my life.

The chimera of affection faded,
dispelling an illusion created;
the void of  loneliness has returned
front and center, the position earned.

Gypsy Red
Dec. 2011