My fountain, <br />Taken. <br />Streams in the parched land, <br />Taken. <br />Figs dates and olives <br />Snatched away <br />And on my pomegranate tree <br />I planted once with you <br />The fruit is rudely opened, <br />Seeds ruddy wet like pebbles soaked in blood <br />Upon which metamorphosed <br />To a grasshopper <br />I stumble over mosaics <br />Within a crimson chapel, <br />While the sunlight through the stained glass <br />Splits, divides and shatters <br />On the pavestones. <br /> <br />Music <br />Taken. <br />Words in the dark valley <br />Taken. <br />Songs, paintings, poetry <br />Snatched away <br />And in my days and nights <br />I spend with you, <br />The time is rudely plundered, <br />Like clocks whose hands are gone, <br />Where exiled into desolation, I <br />Wander from hour to hour <br />Within a maze of minutes, weeks and moons <br />And a cruel torch beams onto my past, <br />Mocking tomorrow, <br />Shattering today. <br /> <br />10.7.05<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hagar-2/
