A Song For A Girl In The Heavens Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

A Song For A Girl In The Heavens

There was a song, a memory of a song
a dream from a long time ago,
When songs were young and innocent flattering withthe waves of a dark ocean,

And she was a girl, just a girl
a beautiful delight created by a beautiful heaven,
She was the crystal gaze of a pure morning,
The warming midnights of a summer sun,

But life will always be a memory of the sad dreams,
And dreams that will never meant to be,
In all walks of life are the shadows of the former beautiful dreams,

Now she is a transformed old hag,
Now she is the recipent of every thing vile that had becomes a city,
The spoiler of the innocent dreams,
The installer of lewd values,

She spends her time like a container,
Collecting the loose semens,
And like any women of the street she had become a beggar
Begger for dreams,
Begger for scraps,

And as the dawns opens its partial doors,
She had become a ghosts of the unreality,
A torn dress, never accepting a body,
A torn piece of an ornamental vase,
Where time had placed once in the pedestal of values,

Now she had become just a function,
Just a function of a body for the acceptance of lustings from another body,

A grotesque interpretation of the holy bible,
Begging in the streets of the city,
As innocent as a victims of hell on the impure water,

But like anything unsoiled in heavens grace
She has now become a dirt,
A dirt floating in the sky,
A tears from the heavens.