An Elegia

The love was lost...
The wind stopped blowing,
Her hair stopped flowing,
The eyes had dried up.
She looked straight on...straight!
I could not read her eyes
A voice echoed inside me
'This is the woman' it said
'The enchantress the princess of your heart'
But she spoke no word
The loquacity of her silence screamed.
They mixed, her silence and the voice inside me,
And perturbed the little peace that was left in me!

Sometimes I wonder
Why I was apathetic to the brewing philter,
That swept to my veins and intoxicated my mind?
Why did I not answer that call?
The call for embrace,
The call for the exodus of souls
The call to take her away
The call of the semantic silence...
How could I?
Didn't she know the soldier had no free mind?

I don't know when
The apathy of my job
Crawled inside and doused-
-my burning romanticism.
I do not know why the reality
Never...never reminds you of your surreal passions
Although you want to hold on to them
Till seconds melt into minutes
And minutes melt into hours...
But hopeful times freeze

The frozen time made me turn around
The blood flew out from her wound
And painted the white roses,
Those lay beside her,
The ones that I had brought for her.
The now red roses looked at me and
Asked me to preserve
Their evanescent lives
And made their way between me fingers.
The other hand moved and went to her face
And closed her eyes
The lifeless eyelids succumbed
To my inhuman brutality.

And then it was all over
I closed my chapter of love
The love that, my soldier-heart, fell in
I closed my eyes in deep realization
A soldier had no right to fall in love
Not at least in love with a woman
Who belonged to the nation that
He fought against.