(For Diana who made the right decision) <br /> <br />The past is just behind us as it ambulates with narrow <br />gaits while the morrow waves in the far, far distance. <br />My mind wrestles, in vain, against memories of a heart <br />hitched to another by that ancient tie called romance, <br />speaking a language fathomed only by those who love purely, <br />denounced as obscene by the bigoted magistrate of decency. <br />Each of us was bound to other people by legal cords, like <br />death-row inmates to whom liberty is a desperate entreaty. <br /> <br />We lived in a world where seeking one’s bliss was immorality. <br />Putting up a charade in a hollow union was a priceless virtue. <br />How many more of the world’s billion people ached as we did, <br />who cried over a duplicitous culture that they could not subdue? <br />Ours was a story of a nourished thicket of imperishable love <br />bearing a farfetched resemblance to disparaged debauchery. <br />Two souls claimed fair shares of halcyon contentment, publicly <br />condemned as self-seeking by the imposing edifice of morality. <br /> <br />Like sturdy bushes of weeds in a wide bed of pink roses, <br />interlopers invaded our world and made it too narrow. <br />Fingers pointed at us, thorns of judgment had stuck out, <br />they shot at us and we collapsed like a fallen sparrow. <br />You reached for me as a soldier in war to a comrade <br />I whispered to your ears but I didn’t recognize my voice, <br />I never thought my lips would utter the lonely word to you <br />But, forgive me, the law of scruples gave me no choice- <br /> <br />Goodbye… <br /> <br /> -29 November 2004 <br /> <br /><br />Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swan-song-6/
