An old melody long unvisited
Evokes dream-like memories
And gentle, life-like fantasies
Bringing strangers together.
Two unmakeoutable souls make love
In the blanket of freezing darkness
The old melody and their low murmur
Waking the birds perched in slumber.
The birds fly to their love nests
Chirping duets with the two below
Rubbing onto each their warmth
Waking the trees frozen for years.
The trees sway in creaky unison
Freed from the clutch of cold air
And soon the forest is moving
As gods rain paranoid glances.
The sun rises to catch glimpse
Of life in this unlikely corner
That it had long stopped visiting
All by the spell of that old melody.
The old melody:
You glide our boat up the mystic river.
The stream that sang all day eerily quiet.
Trees that glittered in the sun, dark shapes.
Stroke by stroke, our boat ascends skyward.
You are my only warmth in the cold
And deep darkness cloaking our boat,
As I sit in the way of scattered starlight
From touching with its frozen fingers.
The wind couldn’t be more conducive of thought
The breeze that gives gentle digressions to our journey
A wayward traveller in want of company
But the boat can only carry you – and you carry me.
The darkness grows, stroke by stroke,
Encompassing all of its touring boats.
Nothing seems to evade its call –
Not even the glow of your eyes.
If anyone dare call this the end
So be it, I say.
If this indeed is one
I’ll wake up to a new tomorrow.
I see nothing but your glowing face,
Across our decorated dinner table,
Under a moonless starlit sky,
In the backyard of our ancient house.
In that pitch darkness,
Comes a star falling,
As if to see you, celestial,
Dining with a mortal.
The rain comes down
To give us a fleeting visit,
Bringing with it the smell
Of wet mud and wet hair.
The wind whispers the most
Private of secrets from your heart
Secrets I already know
And secrets you’d want me to.
As you tuck your hair behind your ears,
Your eyes call out to me silently
While the farm horse surrenders to sleep,
I blow the last candle off.