Lover's Lament

In agony I scream
as nails pierce bone and flesh.
Yet as in a waking dream
this memory lifts me fresh
to our love pledge so warm:
Salt-soaked and fervent
I rise from watery grave
your voice having went
like ocean brine and wave
roaring over my form.
Hearing your call I leap
naked , helpless, a child.
Bread, fish lie there in heaps
where I fall; my heart wild
beats now as if reborn.
Brilliant body ablaze
you whisper, "Feed my sheep,
dear one, if in all ways
you love me," as my cheek
is brushed by hands well worn.
Voice cracking, heart shattering
"You know I love you," I cry,
"you are my heart, my life, my king"
Thrice you ask, thrice my heart dies,
and thrice my soul is torn.
In a moment, our eyes meet.
With words beyond speech we share;
and you plant my weary feet
on the path that led me here
dying hung in scorn.
That moment I gave my pledge
you told me where it would end:
always rushing to the ledge
for the wandering whom you send
who at last hand me here to burn.
Yet your love burns in my breast
and on the tree I ache for them
that they might find your rest.
And I know no passing whim

can compare to your love so warm.


© 2008 Micah Royal


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