An Ode-On the Death of Her Beloved
My skin can still feel the warmth of your caress.
O! what cruel gods that have taken you from me!
How I long to feel the passion of your kiss,
As my soul cries out in endless misery.
Laying here atop your grave,
I flood the earth with my weeping.
My own death do I crave,
To be with you in eternal sleeping.
So, I raise this goblet to you, my beloved,
And drink the nectar, which shall deliver me into your embrace.
As the Happiness begins to pulse through my blood,
I see visions of your lovely face.
My darling! You have come for me!
Never again shall our souls part!
Our love will flourish through all Eternity,
And Sorrow be banished from our hearts!
(c) HerSorrow, 2001
The Dagger
"SO, tell me what you think of this Place," he asked. Knowing full well the difficulty of the question he asked her: She gazed off into the distance, the river before her flowing in all of it's glory veiled in a mist of her tears. Turning to him, she whispered,
"As beautiful as my surroundings are, they pale by the force your presence holds. Without you, the grasses will turn to weeds, the flowers will loose their perfume, the birds will sing out of tune, the waters will cease and stand still: It is you who charges this Place with energy. It is you who makes my heart race like the North Winds. When you go, this Place will wither, and my heart will turn cold."
She touched his hand and felt his Soul surge through her veins. This caused her to weep even more. Tears, flowing from her face, soaked the earth below.
He spoke- "Do not cry." Taking her hand he embraced her, kissed her. The passion was more than could be borne: unbridled. The power of the moment over took them as they melted into the ground, becoming One.
There in that Place, she willingly sacrificed herself to him and took pleasure in it. He kissed her skin as though he were paying her homage. Inside of her, he touched her Soul. "He", she said to herself, " is my breath; without him, I will surely die."
A voice calls to her in the distance:.
"Natasha, Natasha, are you ok?"
"What?", she said in a startled tone.
"Are you ok? I asked you a question and then you lost yourself", he exclaimed.
It was at this moment she realized, gazing over the river of her tears that she had been dreaming, though awake. It was not real. It was this epiphany that drove the dagger through her heart. "I am fine, yes, I am fine", she whispered through her tears, as she hung her head in sorrow.
Written by HerSorrow, 2001