Immortal Beloved!


 


Immortal Beloved!


Immortal Beloved!


You were my love, the one I found,


sadly you are the one I lost.


You have gone, and for me it is death.


My life is mere existence,


merely empty substance.


My loss must be some other’s gain.


I cannot rejoice, I cannot mourn.


The physical presence no longer exists


to touch upon my conscience.


The spiritual link that I once thought existed,


 is...no longer!


Immortal Beloved!


Ah! Aah! How difficult for the words to come.


I hear, but I do not!


I feel pain but I cannot react.


There is a pounding in my head,


it is the echo of my heart.


There is a rhythm that beats


even to the root of my will.


Music was once a passion


but even that is gone.


Notes are constant reminders


of the music that was your light.


I listen for violins in pianissimo


swelling to a great engulfing crescendo.


Clarinets and trumpets blend


to make their voices heard.


Oboes and flutes reply continuing the search.


Bassoon and Bass, they cry,


words no longer a part in their place.


 


Immortal Beloved!


Immortal Beloved!


My future is no longer valid.


I cannot tell this story


by the words I no longer hear.


My love is no longer my music.


My soul cries silent and alone!


 


April 19th. 1997 © Will George


 


Will George Poet

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