The veil rose and fell with the wind <br />In front of her eyes as if waving farewell. <br />Her senses were muted, <br />Her unpainted lips moved <br />But whispered only silence. <br /> <br />All who stood in sorrow <br />Donned attire black as soot, <br />Which seemed to soothe her sorry soul. <br />Her world, since life was stripped away, <br />Sustained a shadow but for the cursed sun <br />Which blossomed in the distance - <br /> <br />A sunflower blooming among the gloom, <br />Hovering overhead on this particular day <br />As though to mock her grief, <br />As if to make light of the darkness <br />She both suffered and craved, <br />As if to steal her mourning. <br /> <br />She wished death to the unwelcome sun. <br />She implored Artemis to assassinate Apollo - <br />Another family relation to be sent to the soil, <br />Though this death she would celebrate without qualms, <br />As the night could take up permanent residence, <br />And shroud herself in its dark satin sheet would she.<br /><br />Argentine Tango<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mourning-interrupted/
