Sometimes I dream, Athena
that you are in my arms, your
soft body pressed against mine
in the rose garden, right
in the unlit room, where two
lonely souls were entwined in
a beautiful dance of innocent
passion. In the
twilight of my
life, I knew then as I do now,
that you can never be mine.
She sat there in the cubicle, with eyes closed trying to drown out
the cries of tortured souls that still ring in her
ears and the pungent odor of
billows of smoke that screen the crimson haze of gray vision
that numbed her senses as
she tried to forget the painful reminder of
Auschwitz, Dachau and Trebilinka. Now reduced to a neurotic museum of tears.
her mind, where footsteps are stationary and the labored sound of hoarse breathing
that echoes in the silent passageways,
breezed through her fading memory.
Their pictures were now silent and the curtains drawn to hide the reflections in
mirror of her eyes that belies the mourning of her heart.
Someone once asked me
Why do my eyes still lit up at the mention of your name?
They cannot, as they
say, fathom my way of thinking.
For they know that you have your own life to live now
For they know that the past
will never come back
For they know that so many things in my life will never be the same again
But I tell them that
despite the years and the pain
I still have the moon and the stars to make me smile
And I will always have your
picture etched in my heart.
I want to see the sun rise in your eyes
Full of energy and hot with emotion-
And make me laugh out all my pent-
I want to see the sun shine in your eyes
Making rainbows out of the tears that will fall-
wash out all the sorrows of my jealous heart into oblivion.
I want to see the sun set in your eyes
Resting in peace
and calming my restless being-
And help me find my lost conscience again.