Ashen Cloak continued:
Time to come down from the stars,
The celestial seas that span the two temples,
To stop reflecting upon beauty and enchantments
And instead, to face one’s ugly reality and learn;
Time to deaden this heavy heart
That once used to sing and mystify, pulsing,
Swooning into a thousand symphonies.
It could rage the oceans into war,
And stir the dawn to wake.
Now, turn. Let us leave it.
But wait, not yet –
You had ventured within those waves of dreams
For years, unhearing
That echo, the source of its loneliness.
And on you went, onwards
Till time had sapped you of your foolish youth.
Those dreams! Hopeless illusions!
Real only in leaving you at a loss… Lost…
There the pain overbore you into
The hopes of what could have been
And what never will.
And you go tumbling over and over
As voices remind you never and never!
Destroy those smiling fancies that whisper sweet words
To coerce your sensitive soul – that plotter of false wants.
Murder that damnéd muse orchestrating
That foul yearning to love and be loved.
Let us beat it till no life is left.
Kick and stamp it! Beat it! Kill it!
Pound the tears, the memories that seem to burst red and spray!
Dry up your eyes – all wet.
Throw away your bitter packs of yesterday
And instead, reach for solid ground.
Feel not. Think not.
Remain vacant in love. Leave the heart empty of life
And strive into this dead land with nothing weighing upon your soul.
Cast yourself into the shadows and step cautiously,
Staring at the nighted world through eyes of wisdom and of stone.
If ever there were a girl, a lady, a princess up high
Who dreamt to be loved by a heart as I once had.
She may slay herself now. For that love has gone.
By Arif uz Zaman
For the REPLY to this poem, please read An Apology and Warning.
For the PROBLEMATIC poem that precedes this reply, please read A Refrain: To Complain.
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