Gone are the glories of my peculiar youth
of guileless joys, of tales old and untold,
I was a boisterous young thing – wild and uncouth,
maudlin and mad, belligerent and bold.
The mater was kindly, the pater proud,
the Love of my life nostradamus:
his fanciful words floating like a cloud
yet Sincerity always persisted between us.
I would climb up a hill to be secretly lazy
in the sweet summertime and the verdant spring,
I watched some flowers like iris and daisy
when one day I witnessed just such a thing.
It is providential perhaps that I was there to see
how lovers became cruel and discarded scruple
There sat embracing under a leafless tree:
An adulterous thespian and her friendless pupil.
Wisdom was scarce in those days of yore,
and for me it seemed scarcer than most.
I demanded to end their tryst and more,
But my errand halted when I saw a ghost.
I fashioned myself to be a Hero and Justice demanded
that I disregard the ghost and proceed.
They needed to be shamed and reprimanded!
I wished my decision the ghost would heed.
Unbound by wordly concerns and wordlings alike
The ghost matched my pace and uproariously yelled.
But too determined by half, I missed the offending strike:
tumbled down the hill, bruised and felled.
Some say that it was a diligent wound,
that sought to bring my early demise.
But My Love always countered that I had only swooned—
that within an hour I had opened my eyes.
helplessly I sat and watched as they buried
the motionless girl alive.
yet at the time I raged and parried:
silly, foolish girl! too trusting and too naive.
the girl was me, My lover a nomad
who buried me and travelled away
to another youngling in a distant land
for whom I could now only pray.
Cursed now to everyday go up the hill,
Everyday forget, witness the girl, the thespian, and rage;
in a cycle of realization now stuck to see
Love was forced upon me before I came of age.
The Ghost is me: I shout at myself!
My Lover pushes me; breaks all that was claimed dear,
I cough and cry as dirt fills my nose
with not a soul to see or hear.
Soundless Milieu 