Reminiscence

Like a swan, graceful and proud,
You glide across the lake of my eyes.
I am left with quiet desperation
As beauty ripples out from you.

You glide across the lake of my eyes,
Your smile leaves a wake of hopes.
As beauty ripples out from you,
My heart is flooded with uncertainty.

Your smile leaves a wake of hopes.
I fish for something to say, but
My heart is flooded with uncertainty.
My words are but sunken rocks.

I fish for something to say, but
Your beauty drowns all my thoughts.
My words are but sunken rocks.
You have disturbed the waters of my existence.

Your beauty drowns all my thoughts.
I have been sadder ever since
You have disturbed the waters of my existence.
Everything was so peaceful before.

I have been sadder ever since
You have disappeared from my life.
Everything was so peaceful before
The tides of Life carried you away.

You disappeared from my life
Like a swan, graceful and proud.
The tides of Life carried you away.
I am left with quiet desperation.

A prayer

In the shadows of my heart,
lurking behind the specters
which guard me from you,
there sleeps a little light.

But what keeps us both apart,
like iron-clad fetters,
is the mere thought that you,
so dazzling and bright,

Might not even exist,
because God’s will might be
that I must live my life as a lonely recluse

So my soul, clenched like a fist,
screams and pleads with Destiny
in lofty clouds above
to let the specters loose.

And this tiny sleeping light,
which some men often call Hope,
seeks either the will of Fate
or my tongue’s deliverance

Thus each day is like a night
in which blindly I grope
for a key to the gate
in the mansion of Chance.

An answer

I was sold in days of old
for a bag of pieces, thirty.
Though I was blessed from above,
Yet alas, my enemies

They were bold, the lies they told,
And they showed me no mercy.
How they pushed and how they shoved
my frail body on a tree.

So as I gaze upon thee,
my poor, lonely Gregory,
I see you are always kind,
to strangers who oft have less.

I can feel your empathy,
but also your agony,
though you think me deaf and blind
to your heart’s deep emptiness.

But know this, my aching child,
I promise soon you will meet
the soul for which you so long,
the woman of all your dreams.

Just hold on a little while.
She will be fair, bold, and sweet.
Know that I am never wrong.
Nothing is e’er what it seems.

Like a sword within the fire,
You must first be purified.
Like a wine inside a flask,
You must lose all bitterness.

Each new day you must aspire
to be just and dignified.
In this life, it is your task
to harbor no false regrets.

Learn to love, but not to yearn,
and above all, love yourself,
for if you curse who you are,
you assume that I have failed.

All things through work, you must earn,
Love sits not upon a shelf.
When you wish upon a star,
let your faith be its bright tail.