Against the Tide

I miss the pain that would break

my lonely melancholy.

I look again in the silent mirror

of your winged heart,

I follow the light

that your own Sun carries.

I die in spite of indifference,

I am born in exaltation.

Someone inadequate ate a sunny fruit

from the forbidden tree.

Before time ran out,

I lived in a world made

in your image.

Though white blood flows swiftly

in the veins of black porcelain,

though pain twists my face in ecstasy,

my heart will not stop asking you

one step in my clouds.

My soul will not die if hope is echoed

in our memory.

Today we are a mixture

of words and thoughts,

happiness and death.

Do not make me go against the tide,

where my time has stood still,

the hour put to death by your mirage.

I dreamed of the scent

of your ruddy skin again,

and I woke up again on the wrong day.

Forced to dance, I cry

in the fifth corner of my head.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I really like the "waking on the wrong day" line, a feeling I know well, as I rise at silly o'clock and wonder when I will see the first signs of humanity. ((I'm sure one will be around any year now) 😊
Love the pic too, which shows how fragile, yet bewildering strong we cling to life in the harshest of conditions, while finding beauty in the most inhospitable of places. Even its simple existence makes us pause and reflect on its beauty in the harshest of worlds.

[M. J. Smith]

When they are gone our souls are ripped asunder. Heartbreak seems to be all there is. And life passes, one cruel hour after another. " What fools these mortals be!"
Cupid mocks us, does he not? Well written.

[JE Falcon]

Such a moody poem, but with a power that grows as it is read. --- "Forced to dance, I cry
in the fifth corner of my head." really did me in!

[Betty Hermelee]

I believe all of this could be a dream... a hope of sinful pleasure once more, as you mention the forbidden fruit; You are following the light that brings you together. you mention happiness and death, but your oneness will overcome any doubts. A beginning of life at the wrong time. Well written piece.
Best, Betty