|
Sitting in this lonely rocking chair
by David N. Muxo
|
Sitting in this lonely rocking chair but half awake, I try again in vain to hold your fading image in the air before my aging eyes, but still the same sad darkness clouds my memory. Your name remains unspoken in my silent stare. Only once this weathered hand encircled yours, transmitting unnamed sadness even then. I was your star-crossed Romeo and you my Juliet. Too late by centuries, unlucky fortune robs us of eternity. We have no bard to mourn our passing. And when my loving contemplation can no more caress your tear before it dies, no one will sit upon the ground and sing sad songs for us, nor hold us close awhile in fading memories. No one will try in vain to hold my image just as I hold yours, and as we slip away no bard will mourn our passing. |