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Tyrannical

I dreamed of you last night
Your face, just as I remember
Like the sun
Beautiful and radiant and glorious
And terrible
It shattered my soul
And scattered the pieces
Across the universe
You looked on me
You must have felt my gaze
My heart exploded with joy
And the fragments melted down
Into my shoes, somewhere
You smiled
A sad smile
Full of pity and sorrow
But still a smile
And then you spoke
Your voice
Like the voices of ten thousand angels
Sweet and clear and lovely
As the very heraldic trumpets of creation
That made the stars tremble
And the heavens shake
I wanted to kneel before you
And worship you
And you stretched forth
Your glorious hand
Marvelous and perfect
Like the lost arms of Venus
And took the hand of another

And I durst not even despair

Comments

lillysmum said…
Sigh. That's depressing. Well written, gut-wrenching and depressing.
November 14, 2014 at 7:34 PM
Bill Cobabe said…
Venus was beautiful, and a goddess of love. But she was also as cold and hard as the stone from which she was wrought.
November 14, 2014 at 7:39 PM
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