Sonnet 8 Earth Weeping In Pain Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

I

I got to see love melted in a sight

With pink-hued shades above a purple sea

The same love that set the charts for my flight

In passions waltz for just a few to see.


I also saw mirrors of quite guilt

After treasures I wasted in my hands

Knowing the poor's pocket had only silt

Through black hungry nights no one understands.


Afterwards this love was played on stage

Where we can dance the musics of each kind

And life swears without sacrifice its pledge

To maintain oaths valid beyond mankind.


But oh! , I saw our earth weeping in pain

Under weights on which it had no domain.


Lilting girls that during spring

Through a blooming ocean sing

Still dwell some where in my mind

Webbed and strung around my soul

Which refuses to get old.


II

There are people who only need one word

To make in their own way the world again

But many others sing with one accord

That morose song: 'Oh earth weeping in pain! '.


When someone says that our name was cleared

After the nights of sin we learnt to live

We remember prayers never unheard

By a god who has greatness to forgive.


This is when we start looking for a place

Which constantly beholds the sweet delights

That with a madness without end we chase

To fill in holes left by our games of might.


Winter comes and we value our warm nest

Where summer primed the fruits we like the best.


Tragedy, in hands of time,

Can also become blessing

When I dove tired of crying

Plunges with hope into the sky

Made for those who choose to rise.


III

Amid a flight of light I heard some say

The echoes of this earth weeping around

As it tilted to make seasons aground

To play with the moods, the years and each day.


I Knew that other spring was on its way

To share wine, laughter and the happy sound

Coming from pleasures to which we are bound

When muses sing throughout our human play.


Embroidering myself with the dark space

I felt nuances between life and death

And the stars I questioned with sad face...

Why do we fear that it's near our end

Or why did we forget joys of our race

To challenge forces that bring foe instead?


I heard voices on the stage

But I thought that they rehearsed

While jumping with bodies,

Graciously dressed and arranged,

Showed up in front of my face.


IV

There are occasions when we still believe

Our problems solved by men of academe

And we even get to call a blaspheme

Contradicting what their sharp mind conceive.


But knowing all pains they do not relieve

Or that they do not reach planet's deme

We wonder then if we should not redeem

Some old trends and the rest to nature leave.


Timeless sighs will grow in the heart of man

To share above the dewers of a rainbow

Or stillness in that sidereal clan...

Meanwhile we will gyre with this world and flow

Conquering hope as we the heavens scan

While sharing love and sweetness on a pillow.


But, again

I heard my soul complaining

Or our earth weeping in pain

But a pain that might not stay

And will change to other ways

Or into other shape...

Earth, oh earth, weeping around...!