The words slipped
From memories
Searching for a lost dream,
That unrepeatable dream.
The grief was coiled inward,
Poisoning our love.
It was a dance,
A last waltz.
Our souls, still entwined,
Tried to keep our bodies
Alive.
Our clay
Erratically moved,
In searching for help.
A crying arose
Between us.
It was like
The sonority
Of crushing everything.
I was only a woman,
I understood everything.
You were my man,
But there was nothing
Between us
Anymore.
The unsaid words
Pricked my tongue and palate,
Remaining shackled inside.
You looked at me.
In your eyes
I tried to see it again~
Our November,
But
I did not see anything,
Maybe I could not see,
Maybe you were opaque.
I did not know.
I know nothing even now,
As I did not know
Even then,
I only knew that I must leave.
They told me to do this.
They had the power.
I prayed all my life to Jesus
For the light
For the truth
And for faith.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Written in 1983
Ethereal lines.Waltz is a memoir at its best here.Amazing and impeccable lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisitely crafted. Speaks from the heart.