Like a flute playing from across
The fanciful, frightening rows of a demon mind
Perhaps the last of its artistic rhyme
Everything elsewhere bestowed, willingly lost
I watched it raise in a rare gesture
This monarch of memories
This ruthless commander of an army of zillion emotions
Kneeling today to the whims
Of some menial maid singing meaningless rants to her lover's nights
Amongst the forest she treads to drench
The grass to cool their feet after a walk
Opening, laying out her long tresses
To pave paths and to plant
Blossoms of varied shades to adorn
Her competitor-companion's hair
And make more fragrant her breathe and clothes
As those trees sometimes
Sang a song or two in unison
In her love's praise.
But he was too lost, looking away
Towards a path that lay abandoning his wish and might
One he left for being too easy a charm at his door
The other finding in him a similar sign
But only once he looked up at her
As she gathered her mane into a short
A spell in itself as she shook of some unwanted footprints
Carefully leaving the ones she cared for
And as she caught his sight for once
I heard her laughter...
And I saw...I saw
Like jubilant fireflies
Raising in a sudden dance
Like the moment of those fluttering flames
Of the last burning candle's light
More beautiful for having no compare
Like the sighs of a perpetual wait
Taking the shape of one passionate kiss
I saw her drench him again
The song of her droplets dripping from her open hair
More maddening, more invigorating with the sound of her happy anklets and prance
I saw her drench him again...
Before she returned tired, empty of body and soul
With a silent, unshared hope that he would call her into an embrace
But the Chatelaine of his crammed heart had again won
She returned with a smile painted mock
And so she left...with the same desperate hope
That he might call her
Before she was gone for a short, long adieu.