Queen Of The VillaPosted: January 22, 2009
A tragic end to a magnificent beginning,
The decadence of feeling.
In retrospect an act quite careless,
To trust without basis! What an irrational act…
A vice of lust as many a cases.
Like a rush response on impulse, so had we indulged
So simply into a sophisticated act, which in fact could have been of irreversible consequence , more so regrettable.
But the times we spent together were close to perfect
Times spent apart – felt in full effect.
Signs on the eve of this sudden end were transparent
Question: Is transparency apparent to the eye?
Perhaps a precise moment of denial?
Recollections best described as instances of madness
And so are a writer and a lover.
© Heath Muchena, 2009