This is the end of the innocent. Hence it has a few lines in common with "fade to blue."
The salty water toys with my feet.
My mind traces back, my body still,
Recounting the steps to my defeat.
All it takes is a glance at the ocean,
To realise my own lack of devotion.
"Mes amis restent, dans la mer.
Plus que mes copains, mon freres."
Time matches my gaze
And again I go back.
Back to a day when skies were cerulean,
The same ocean was serene.
The two met in a magnificent explosion:
Blues of life, Blues of dreams.
Beyond the horizon she waits for me.
For weeks, for months she waits for me,
For some sign, some word of my return,
But alas life takes such unfair turns.
The widow of a man who took her for granted.
The widow of a man who regrets past actions,
And yet she remains, unshaken, unmoved.
"Je suis tres desoler," I wish I could tell you that now.
"Je t'adore!" I wish I could show you that now.
I will never get that chance.
My mind shifts back to my current state,
The pain of it all, my own cruel fate.
The booms of the cannons now so faint...
My time winds down as the golden curtain decends.
Oh God! End this torment!
God please end this trend.
Only so much can this soul bend,
Before life's claws begin to rend.
The sky now orange, vanilla and gold,
The water laps gently on the shore.
Stretching across the gulf, gulls at play,
Such art stops the pain as all melts away.
Where the sky meets the ocean, only a mask,
To pacify a fool for his failed tasks.
My fellow actors bow as this play ends.
The ocean roars, my audience and final resting place.
It is over.
"Pardonne moi."
Poetry by Hasani
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Written on 2006-02-28 at 15:29
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A Soldier's Cry (Fade to Nothingness)
I lay on this bay against my will,The salty water toys with my feet.
My mind traces back, my body still,
Recounting the steps to my defeat.
All it takes is a glance at the ocean,
To realise my own lack of devotion.
"Mes amis restent, dans la mer.
Plus que mes copains, mon freres."
Time matches my gaze
And again I go back.
Back to a day when skies were cerulean,
The same ocean was serene.
The two met in a magnificent explosion:
Blues of life, Blues of dreams.
Beyond the horizon she waits for me.
For weeks, for months she waits for me,
For some sign, some word of my return,
But alas life takes such unfair turns.
The widow of a man who took her for granted.
The widow of a man who regrets past actions,
And yet she remains, unshaken, unmoved.
"Je suis tres desoler," I wish I could tell you that now.
"Je t'adore!" I wish I could show you that now.
I will never get that chance.
My mind shifts back to my current state,
The pain of it all, my own cruel fate.
The booms of the cannons now so faint...
My time winds down as the golden curtain decends.
Oh God! End this torment!
God please end this trend.
Only so much can this soul bend,
Before life's claws begin to rend.
The sky now orange, vanilla and gold,
The water laps gently on the shore.
Stretching across the gulf, gulls at play,
Such art stops the pain as all melts away.
Where the sky meets the ocean, only a mask,
To pacify a fool for his failed tasks.
My fellow actors bow as this play ends.
The ocean roars, my audience and final resting place.
It is over.
"Pardonne moi."
Poetry by Hasani
Read 538 times
Written on 2006-02-28 at 15:29
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