Agape
for Pierre
My heart summoned you
at an early age not yet knowing love.
Sensual whispers, warm rains
shower my body and soul with your being.
When you spoke, I could not speak
for words escaped me.
You sang
strumming blood tears on your bouzouki
year after year lost in Rebetiko.
Yet life your muse, music your passion.
Too young
I could only listen;
rhythms burning my very core.
Your melancholy eyes hypnotized my essence
a captive trance, nirvana.
Fate
years later realized.
Now a woman
we shared love, requited passion, unrestrained.
Boundless infinity together a moment in time.
Soon thereafter you were gone.
Suddenly your last breath stolen away, gone too soon.
I now see those melancholy eyes
within the wind, amongst the trees, along the shore,
within my soul;
I love you still,
Agape mou…
10 comments:
Beautiful, beautiful poem, Jo..I can feel in my soul for such a devoted love...
I now see those melancholy eyes
within the wind, amongst the trees, along the shore,
within my soul;
I love you still,
Agape mou…
Simply beautiful. Such passion and love.
A beautiful poem. Such strong feelings.
Absolutely spectacular...arouses such feelings.
Oh Joanne... :) :)
it is a very beautiful poem Jo, these brought tears to my eyes.
" Fate
years later realized.
Now a woman
we shared love, requited passion, unrestrained.
Boundless infinity together a moment in time.
Soon thereafter you were gone.
Suddenly your last breath stolen away, gone too soon.
I now see those melancholy eyes
within the wind, amongst the trees, along the shore,
within my soul;
I love you still,
Agape mou…"
Joanne,
All your friends have said it all...except maybe,
this is your best poem yet. "your melancholy eyes hypnotized my essence"
funny how that's the first thing that always gets us...
bessye
What a beautiful poem and tribute. I especially loved the last stanza,so poignant!
Thank you all for reading and commenting. This poem was a tribute to my true love whom I knew for over thirty years before he passed away.
Very beautiful, Jo. I love the flow and the sense of melancholy is portrayed perfectly.
-M
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