Elegy

 

(Based on ‘Adagio Cantabile’ from ‘Sonata Pathétique’ by Ludwig Van Beethoven)

 

The day is dark - dark and bleak

No flowers seem to bloom…

The heart has turned cold,

So have the emotions…

For she was gone –

Gone – and never to return again,

Never to return…

 

The sky starts to darken,

The pain – burns in the soul…

Pain of losing someone,

Gone, and never to return…

Never to return…

 

Tender memories float by,

Of a happy unknown past…

Alas, that too has gone…

Left along with her – and

never to return…

Never to return…

 

Sometimes, the shadow of bliss comes,

To light me up, and the

heart’s solitary darkness…

 

Everything feels darker now,

More bleak and colder…

 

Yet, sometimes,

When I lay over there, in the enveloping cold darkness,

Hope comes, to heal me –

Heal me of my deep paining scars…

 

No roses today, but

Withering creepers infest thy mind,

And though how much hard I try,

This darkness – oh, this darkness

Grows even more….

 

However dark my heart is now,

Sometimes, white flurries of relief come over –

Come over me to help me, strengthen me,

In the despairing void I live in now…

 

I remember how we used to play,

Out in the greenery,

In the yellow and mellow sunshine,

Beneath the shadowy trees, in the grass…

We made love…

 

The stream now looks desolate,

Yet, in the afternoon sunshine,

The memories of a forgotten Lenore,

Come by me; flood me with silent tears…

 

That day, black clouds

hung over the sky as shadows,

The wind mourned over –

Over the sad tomb, I cry.

 

Dark and bleak,

Cold is my heart now…

Gone are the days of the mellow sunlight,

And now – just darkness

Bitter darkness engulfs me...

Oh, Death seems to be sweeter!

 

The memories flood by,

Like a gentle stream of thought…

I stare – stare into the little light

That Hope bought with it,

And smile – smile at the memories of one

Who would never come back again…

Never to return again…

Never to return…

 

The past seems so distant now…

The present is littered with dark thoughts,

Cold emotions, bleak conscience.

Darker and bleaker; the future seems now…

The shades of grey mean nothing…

 

The memories still flood by,

Of a golden time,

Me and the one, who

would never come back again…

Never to return again,

Never to return…

***

M.Macabre

06.11.2020

Dedicated to: A person very dear to me (who passed away on this day ten years ago), Redi, R.Escreva (both helped me in writing this poem based on the piece), Ludwig Van Beethoven