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Sorrow Amongst the Birchwood
- Sorrow Amongst the Birchwood -
My carriage rode this night past some old quaint lands,
With forests of white birch tall and slender in the dusk.
I saw places both familiar to me, and yet so changed…
That I knew time had passed, so many passing sands.
Old cornfields, now cold and lifeless; not a single husk:
That not so long ago, children played in and oft ranged!
Lost in thoughts of yesteryear, thinking of lonely hours,
Spent waiting for some love, some change in destiny…
I wait still, and fear that madness will rise from waiting.
My tears fell, weeping for lost innocence, faded flowers!
And a heart that yearns, for so much more, in dignity…
I cannot wait forever and I fear I will die of anticipating.
Should I have been another woman, born in other days!
Or is it enough simply that I be the best lady that I am?
More pious than any monk, this lady so faithfully prays,
For a love sweeter even, than the sweetest jellied jam.
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
I still see those white birch trees in my mind's own eye!
As they looked of old, spread out across the mountains.
Now only a forest remains, the trees lonely just like me!
I miss the warmth, of a simple touch, and for that I cry,
Even as I pass the old places where flowed fountains…
Born from springs of rock and stone, babbling gracefully.
I am just a lady, once something more, hoping for love…
But hope alone cannot sustain me; I need that warmth!
Lips to kiss, a hand to hold, a voice to whisper poetry…
I have prayed to gods and spirits, and all angels above,
Seeking, searching, as long gone have become months.
The wind blows cold, the snows fall, and not too subtly!
Should I have walked a different path down other ways!
Or is it enough simply, that I not veer from where I go…
Lest I wander too far, like a sheep that to a wolf strays?
For love calls to me, and I confess that I long for her so.
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
What will be my springtime, if more loneliness I endure!
Who shall I dance in the meadows with, heart carefree?
And who shall watch with me the setting of the far sun…
Is there no one, in all: the world, who will take my hand?
Can it be that hope is as scarce that the old birch tree…
But nay, I am resolved to hope as a quest that is begun.
Is my cause so impossible, that no power can do ease...
To my broken heart and tormented soul, with fair good?
I ask so little, and yet I may as well be asking far more!
Before love itself I bow and humbly utter simply please.
Forsake me not, and let not my heart harden as wood…
I tire of the long wait, as a soldier: tires quickly of a war!
Should I have told some lie, piled jewels upon old trays!
And, bought that love my heart could not gain honestly?
Or are my honest words enough, and worthy of praise…
To reach the heart of a maid, and find her so pleasantly!
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
My carriage rode this night past some old quaint lands,
With forests of white birch tall and slender in the dusk.
I saw places both familiar to me, and yet so changed…
That I knew time had passed, so many passing sands.
Old cornfields, now cold and lifeless; not a single husk:
That not so long ago, children played in and oft ranged!
Lost in thoughts of yesteryear, thinking of lonely hours,
Spent waiting for some love, some change in destiny…
I wait still, and fear that madness will rise from waiting.
My tears fell, weeping for lost innocence, faded flowers!
And a heart that yearns, for so much more, in dignity…
I cannot wait forever and I fear I will die of anticipating.
Should I have been another woman, born in other days!
Or is it enough simply that I be the best lady that I am?
More pious than any monk, this lady so faithfully prays,
For a love sweeter even, than the sweetest jellied jam.
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
I still see those white birch trees in my mind's own eye!
As they looked of old, spread out across the mountains.
Now only a forest remains, the trees lonely just like me!
I miss the warmth, of a simple touch, and for that I cry,
Even as I pass the old places where flowed fountains…
Born from springs of rock and stone, babbling gracefully.
I am just a lady, once something more, hoping for love…
But hope alone cannot sustain me; I need that warmth!
Lips to kiss, a hand to hold, a voice to whisper poetry…
I have prayed to gods and spirits, and all angels above,
Seeking, searching, as long gone have become months.
The wind blows cold, the snows fall, and not too subtly!
Should I have walked a different path down other ways!
Or is it enough simply, that I not veer from where I go…
Lest I wander too far, like a sheep that to a wolf strays?
For love calls to me, and I confess that I long for her so.
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
What will be my springtime, if more loneliness I endure!
Who shall I dance in the meadows with, heart carefree?
And who shall watch with me the setting of the far sun…
Is there no one, in all: the world, who will take my hand?
Can it be that hope is as scarce that the old birch tree…
But nay, I am resolved to hope as a quest that is begun.
Is my cause so impossible, that no power can do ease...
To my broken heart and tormented soul, with fair good?
I ask so little, and yet I may as well be asking far more!
Before love itself I bow and humbly utter simply please.
Forsake me not, and let not my heart harden as wood…
I tire of the long wait, as a soldier: tires quickly of a war!
Should I have told some lie, piled jewels upon old trays!
And, bought that love my heart could not gain honestly?
Or are my honest words enough, and worthy of praise…
To reach the heart of a maid, and find her so pleasantly!
My heart is all I have to give; my soul is all I am.
Can you love me just as much; can you love this woman?
Published 23rd Jan 2015
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