If this vow of affection is simply true
Don’t tell me why you had to speak it:
A spell was settling and you had to break it,
I know, for it would chill and entomb you.
A fate some ghost from your past was weaving,
Her lips once offered, then snatched away
Perhaps…A warmth whose feeling is believing,
That you sensed, before all, in the light of day.
No… like driftwood washed to an island
Where thick-rooted green sets free the bough,
You suffer in silence, and sing to me, now,
A lament for a time undead, at hand.
For truth, like poetry, must come from the heart,
As honest as tears that slip to the floor,
As plain to the sense as Cupid’s dart.
I hear truth’s beat, a wounded roar
That floods through your transparent art
To reach where waters surge and pore:
With open arms, and with knowing heart,
From here to forever, I come to your shore.
In memoriam Peter Allen
Loved this Michael. Wasn't Peter once married to Liza Minnelli? Really fantastic write as is your rewrite on Jim Morrison! I finally got to read it1 You are amazing! Theo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a very touching and melancholic love poem. It evokes some many images and memories...Love that is true will never die, no matter what happens.Sometimes, though, it brings suffering and longing when our beloved one is not with us...Indeed a very beautiful poem.