A Girl of Dark Eyes

was looking for The Messenger

of What Once Was

“Oh Messenger, I summon Thee”, she called

“Please open the heavens of my dreams

Blossom the light that is in me

Let me feel once more the taste of no tears!”

She called and called,

but nothing appeared.

“Please, my Lord! I beg and I plead!

Show up for me!”

She screamed and screamed,

but only echo she would hear.

The Girl of Dark Eyes,

In the alley of her Being

Through the gateway of Memory and Fleeing

felt very much alone.

The Messenger, no,

He would not come.

“Well then…

If Thou shalt not leave Thy throne…

at least give me something else in response.”

The Messenger, indeed

declaimed his Ode:

   “Give thyself life, my girl

   Forget thy past.

   Embrace thy present

   Then, thou shalt understand

   Why the Messenger that I am

   Is not allowed to give to thee

   thy plead

   or any other gift.”