The Lost Days
(Based on ‘Allegro Vivace’ from ‘Piano Sonata No.24’ by Ludwig Van Beethoven)
Beside the
lake,
Beneath the
moonlight,
The lake
whispered,
The hidden
words of love…
The moon
glistened
Upon the
meadow, emitting
Its
beautiful melody, while
Shining
upon us, where we lay
Your eyes
locking me in…
Beside the
lake,
Beneath the
moonlight, which
whispered…
Whispers of
Some
long-lost love…
Whose
secrets, spilled
in this
moonlit night.
Your eyes,
Spoke of
some words…
Sentences
invisible,
Your lips
smiled, hypnotizing
me, as we
lay there
Beside the
lake,
Beneath the
great old stars…
Now, as I
lay in my chair
Thinking
about those days,
Where we
spent laughing and holding hands,
As we o’er
looked the Sun, glistening
on the
lake…
Oh, will we
ever get those days back?
Those
moments of tender silence?
Those
moments where our lips touched
imparting
our love, beneath the oak trees?
Alas, time
flies by too fast,
And here I
am, sitting in my chair
Methinking
the memories of the lost days…
Your laugh
tinkles,
Tinkles in
the air…
Your words
now are, but
a shadow of
the ruins…
Ruins of
those lost days, where
we imparted
our love, in the gentle breeze,
beside the
lake, beneath the trees,
Where we
lay in one’s hands,
Relishing
the maddening breeze…
Now, all
are lost…
Lost as
those days…
I dunno
where are you now…
You left me
no trace!
And so,
here I am – sighing
Tears of
happiness well up, and
I try to
collect them in a flask, so
That, when
I drop ‘em down
Down the
mind’s Pensieve,
The lily of
the lost days shall bloom again…
Beside the
lake,
Beneath the
moonlight,
The lake
whispers again,
Whispers
the hidden words of love…
The moon
glistens still upon
the meadow,
still emits
its
beautiful melody…
The melody
heard in those lost days…
And the breeze
still whispers
Whispers
lost words of love…
Oh, the
love of those old,
Lost days!
***
M.Macabre
16.12.2020
Dedicated
to: Ludwig Van Beethoven (Happy Birthday!), The Alienist, Anonymous
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