within
my memory
these thoughts of humankind
everything seems to happen with
music
I can
hear the 'Pavane...
for a dead Princess', and
I can feel all the agony
of death
the pain
and suffering
of losing an only...
child... a dearly beloved child
daughter
and still
this pain lingers
a fire that won't be quenched
thirst that cannot be satisfied
remains
this heart
so fantastic
wonderful creation
that makes us so very human
please heal
these notes
play on and on
the melody won't fade
cutting deeper into my disc
of flesh
melodic dance of sadness
slowly gnawing at my soul
the melody slowly fades into the darkness
the fatal tune hath ended along with my forgotten self
Daniel K Wentzel (c) 1997 - For Diana Princess of Wales
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem