Down she descended
To the darkened shore
Of
Had I seen her so,
When loving her colours
Or living her moods:
Never that face so
With evil clouded
Never that spirit so
With caprice depraved.
She washed my life
Once, with love, clean of
Tropical dust and heat
She hurls down
Vengeance today.
With a drugged gait
Her spoils surveying
At first it seemed
With scorn viewing
Human death and decay.
But in her face, too strong
To hide, sorrow and dismay.
Floods welled up,
I could see, around
The banks of her eyes.
I must slip away
But she knows.
A look piercing through
My back way to where
The heart used to be.
Winds fury about her,
Waves lash behind.
I was scared
You can bet.
I knew she could
Not understand.
But over her furies
I screamed polite
“I must move ahead…
he bound me to shores unseen.”
Her, I did worship
Once, for her scented aura
did yearn…
but condemned forever
to the tether of time
I will be carried away…ahead
“Where will you go next?”
it was her,
“dead to your own degeneration?”
“I shall raze it all …
Your rheumatic construction.
Filthy flies to my expanse: ha!
Squash them that’s what I shall do.”
My once beloved,
Malicious and murderous.
My ashamed silence
Angering her even more.
I must let her know
‘I have grown too strong
My love, too big for
Your embrace and scorn.
My millions will build anew and better
Will proof themselves of you.’
‘should have spared her that part.
‘Betrayer…betrayer’
She laughed and lashed
‘Betrayer …betrayer’
Hurled her bulk this way and that
‘Betrayer …betrayer’
dissolved into
A weeping drizzle:
Incessant sobs, on and on
For weeks on end.
Of the days of
Our young love
That strength is left
No more in her.
She bleeds I know
But knowledge is nothing.
Once again I watch her
Once again she sits
Her lissome hues
To lure me still
She yearns still…still unlearnt
While my ship drifts to shores unseen.
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