by Paul Hartal
You talk not about your love,
For the greatest love
May envelop itself
In a lacy veil of serene secrecy.
You talk not about your love
Just look into my eyes
Silently, long
While the time resounds
And then recedes slowly
To distant shores of indigo seas
In my soul.
The wind carries quietly the clouds
No sound shatters the still of zephyr.
You talk not about your love
Only the heart throbs loudly.
Do you hear it?
A heavy bronze bell
Tolls involuntarily
In the placid interior
Of the sombre belfry
And the tower trembles
Soars in its immobility.
Elated, you and I walk wordlessly
In the deserted boulevard.
Like the snow of spring I melt
In your presence
While timid shadows
Of my dense vulnerability
Coagulate silently in the sunlight
Darkening the asphalt pavement
Of the afternoon street.
The wind carries quietly the clouds
No sound shatters the still of zephyr.
You talk not about your love
Though its flames burn my flesh.
Then the hours pass by
And wondrous stars flicker
In a magical night.
But now
I am alone in my room
Listening to a violin concerto
Of the Butterfly Lovers
A poignant story
Of eternal love
On a Compact Disc
That you gave me.
Last updated March 11, 2012