Celtic Love Poem By,
Shane Clark
O’ Love… How I Still Remember You
O’ love, your hair shimmers like fiends of untouched wheat. Your eyes are as diamonds set with sapphires.
O’ how sweet is your love, sweeter than the myrrh that drips from the honeycomb. Your lips are as the finest of wines. Your words burn as white flame rises from the deepest pits of Hades to consume my soul. Death and pain no longer have meaning in this oblivion, only that I have loved… Yet…
I still set you free…
This place is as icy and cold as the coldest of glaciers. Yet your flame melts everything around me as I sink into oblivion. How can there be truth in a lie? How can there be balance in imbalance?
When I am dead and my memory gives way to the cold that surrounds me
(To those who persecute me!)
I will never be as cold as you are now!
I thought I had fed on the food of the strong, but yet my soul weakens as I by sheer will alone restrain my mind and body from committing that which seems inevitable…
My mind recedes into the blackest of void.
And yet, I can still see your hair shimmering,
Your eyes reflecting…
10-13-00
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