Maybe I've not woken up <br />so promptly. <br />Maybe I've not silenced <br />so prudently. <br />Maybe I've never listened to you. <br /> <br />'The deep cut <br />is not the only pain <br />felt in this world. <br />Do something lovely, <br />otherwise, I get confused.' <br /> <br />I hear the orchestra play. <br />It announces tragedy <br />which I persisted in not to remember; <br />however, the symphony describes that day: <br />too many suspended melancholies in the air. <br /> <br />I asked you not leave like this <br />and you asked me to be courageous. <br />And suddenly, the explosion took you from me <br />as well as from your pleasurable love. <br />How can I go on without one for whom I came? <br /> <br />Regretting is out of time <br />– empty thing, rather unstable. <br />Staring at the sky, I remember the words of yore: <br />'the dawn is so admirable <br />after the night goes away.'<br /><br />Jonas Goncalves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-orchestra-at-midnight/
