" When I Know Your Soul..."

Such a little price we paid,

Your voice inside my lung,

 

Forgive me my dear for your waters are still so very deep,

As my shapeless days draw nigh, 

 

Such a little price we paid, our whispers lost in rain,

Defending our defenses,

 

And though it grows so cold by day, we hold no life forever,  

As ever though we dared, in longer selves to be,

 

Stronger the cloth that tears its own in day's delight, 

My silhouette fleeced in the red stained sword you held so sweetly,

 

Where nightly strings, we played our mortal song,

Slow, as then our madness could allow, 

 

For rain, we shrugged our distant vow of climes,

To paint in light, the mark in wound behind your eyes to mine.

Reviews

[lightsong]

I'm lost in Your pain, "pain" and let us put a thick line under that word, is it the pain of fate? of life? of feeling her pain? of feeling no matter what You can't drink a sip of her essence, because she is like an ocean, the more You dive, the more You are lost... and this leaves You helpless, You love her, she loves You... You are both perfect together... but as much as You need her, as much as You fear that.

I could write a long page abut these two lines,
(Forgive me my dear for your waters are still so very deep,
As my shapeless days draw nigh,)

Your pain spoke confusingly but so gently here, AND doesn't this pain know that You already know Her Soul?

[Perdition]

Well first off..yes..pain of truth which is "Human..all too human", quite individual and encompasses so much...knowing pain is knowing your past and knowing your past is sometimes knowing your future and sensing the outcomes of your inabilities...perhaps as well as you know her soul as well as her past and same. The title is a line in a story/movie about Modigliani and his doomed lover and life and painting career at his time...the Golden years of Paris and Picasso and Pound and Hemingway and and and. I am a stinker in making it so relevant towards my own loves and perhaps my own fate as God knows I have drowned in many "perfections" shy of the one I always seem to return for more, that being the one love of poetry.And you of course..smiles.. Thank you again Light.

[lightsong]

if You've asked me, I would wish to be a singer, one who writes and compose the music, not only the one who sings, but as You say, I know my own destiny is only "writing", from where I came, with my English being second language, and knowing nothing of its poetry literature, forms, styles... etc... it's more 'destined" to be so, and I'm more than blessed to be.

the future can't ever be as the past since we both agreed on a revolution :)

[Perdition]

What? Was there never a revolution in your past ? What a shame as there exists so many sunsets to refuse with song..so many sunrises to deny as the hand ticks out our inevitable waltz.."Do not go gentle into that good night"..remember? You ARE truly blessed Light and indeed the future holds so many surprises but we tend to lean and follow our many patterns throughout that it is hard to deny...it's simply within our DNA and chemistry. A script of our own that we ought discard...perhaps. The line reads: " When I know your soul I will paint your eyes" and for those who have seen Jeanne's portrait..well the breath has yet been invented that holds it's course when you see it. She plunged out a fifth story window to her death in mourning soon after his death and forever they are laid together at the cemetery Pére Lachaise.

[lightsong]

of course my friend there was a revolution in my past as all of us do, each in their own way, what I meant that You were speaking of Your future and I said Your future can't be as Your past since You've decided to make a new "revolution".

DNAs are there to confuse You, don't listen to them, You can change them, as You know You can change Your reality.

I would like to see that portrait, must search for it now :)

[Perdition]

Better still watch the movie..you won't be disappointed..Thanks Light. I shall rattle it off as prescribed.

[lightsong]

Yes, these kind of movies always attract me, just finished reading this,

http://www.dailyartmagazine.com/story-hebuterne-modigliani/

[lightsong]

is the big photo that appears in the link first is Jeanne's portrait?

[Perdition]

One of them yes..I believe so but he had quite a few models so ...The one with her blue eyes highlighted and the one with her posing with a hat are among my favorite. The left behind a daughter and she wrote their love story. Jeanne was pregnant when she took her life, Take an afternoon and pour the tea or wine and watch Andy Garcia do him justice.

[lightsong]

mmm... I have few points about that photo, when we have the time we can speak of this more, it's morning here 10:16 am, so tired today I couldn't sleep well and well the new Neighbors leaves me with less privacy, and my privacy is SACRED! SIGHHH!

let me hope that my internet connection and the power will be good to me when I decide to watch the movie.

[Perdition]

hahaha..Wishing you good internet and more..it's almost seven hours earlier here so I better get to writing as well. When you have that time I'll pour the tea or wine. SACREDLY!!..lol.

[lightsong]

The Lady says thanks for the gentleman P~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Since your over here bugging me...the shelves filled so oddly...I thought about defending my deafness, but then i looked harder....I didnt stab you ...that is just jelly from you STEALING MY TOAST :)

[Perdition]

Apology accepted ;)

[Perdition]

But hold on I'm paying a toast man assassin fees.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

thank you for picking up the tab ;p

[Avelina Devi]

Like a painting your way with words flow gently onto paper creating an image in ones mind.
Beautifully penned.

[Perdition]

So glad you enjoyed this one as it is one of my favorites, the title a reference to the movie "Modigliani" so loved the reference of a painting! Thank you so much for stopping by and reading Xiamara.

[Avelina Devi]

Anytime! Will be reading more of your work

[Alisa Js]

There is a place where memories reside and will forever remain alive....

Deep within our hearts and souls, for those of us who were fortunate enough to experience them, even once in a lifetime.

Sweet!

Alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Thank you always for the kind words. Now don't blow up,,, ;)

[Alisa Js]

lol... I'll try not to... but with all those lava bombs bursting in the air, I don't know...

lol

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

How tangled and twisted we 've become beneath hand's time and earth's space. I look into the leaf's stillness and the hurricane's voice and wonder why the slowness causes less pain than the speed. I feel warped here in the presence of return, unsteady in the eyes and heartbeat of next.

[Perdition]

Hmm, maybe heaven was a perfect silence, standing once for all time but then came a noise. At first eruption all things scattered to separate corners and intent, and then this universe began, still holding the particles of origin and intent. Maybe that is why we connect so deeply whenever we go, wherever we go, inside ourselves, connection back with our original silence~ just a thought..
Thanks Queenie.

[Perdition]

connecting* back with....