Graves of Grief

A fallen fool, alone and lost,
Lost in a web wrinkled in time.
Tears and grief were the host,
The place: "Happiness is a Crime."

A vast cemetery held the name:
Live corpses in broken shades,
Though so dull, it held a fame
Of walking shadows playing charades.

The fool was young but forlorn,
Used to believe in life's motion.
As he entered, they used a horn
To foretell their usual caution.

"You brave loser welcome home,
The horoscope foretold the story.
But if you enter a cloud of gloom,
Will surpass the hopes of glory."

"We foredoomed to mourn like you,
But you must try to understand
The sacred task: to find a clue,
It will change our cursed end."

He was told that he is a miracle,
Who will kill grief with glee.
He was thinking though so cynical,
How to be what he should be?

Between the tombs now he walks,
Seeks to find the sacred clue,
Finding lips with no more talks,
Whereupon smiles used to grow.

On his way, a man he meets
But the man ignores his sight.
To the man the fool speaks,
With an idea began to light.

How about making a demand:
To ask the man his own opinion,
To help him leaving this land,
To make with life a reunion.

"Hey you fool, how are you?
Your cursed shocks can you recall?
Come on fool, I'm a fool, too.
Let's vent what makes us roar."

"Back to life, do you yearn?
Shapes of life, can you define?
Back to life, will you return?
Or do you have another design?"

The man lent his eyes to the sky,
And so faint came his answer:
A speech of a man wants to cry,
Filled with seeds of anger.

"I can't count my life's shocks,
Only a mad will count the sand.
Destiny, as usual, always mocks
Every deed we do by hand."

"The horned devil is the one I adore,
And Adam's race is a plague infection.
Woman on earth is nothing but a whore,
And angels in heaven imitating perfection."

"Let the curses of heavens fall on earth,
Let the tide in seas never be calm,
Let grief in universe conquer mirth,
But I shall fight with Bacchus's arm."

"Fie, I say farewell to my heart,
And live my life only in mime.
The entire world I shall depart,
To live forever in Happiness is a Crime."

The man has surely lost his mind,
Glory and greatness are yours my Lord.
The man is wandering with a devil's blind,
I wish his words were kept untold.

Grant forgiveness for me and him,
And every wretched poor little heart.
Grant them subtle feelings within
Their souls, minds and dreams to start.

The young fool is alone again,
Power of grief he did not esteem.
The man's opinion was a refrain,
His own soul he cannot redeem.

This cursed land he cannot leave,
This cursed knot he cannot untie.
If he leaves, the power of grief
All his life will make him cry.

Find the clue before any movement,
Remorse so late cuts so sharp.
If you leave, yourself improvement
In your life will be so hard.

He saw them tearing out their hearts,
And closing gaps of light so dim.
In darkness, they shoot many darts.
In darkness, they receive all in them.

They made for grief holy temples,
To last the pain of catastrophe.
They see evil in a baby's dimples,
And in life's love blasphemy.

They refuse the possible notion,
And see the desert so fertile.
They can only bear the illusion,
And see paradise so hostile.

He watched the fools, then smiled,
Suddenly the roses began to grow.
The lofty trees to heaven climbed,
The green spring began to flow.

The lovely birds sang once again,
The smell of love filled the air.
The life is not anymore mundane,
The place is now just and fair.

Now I know the magical therapy,
How to cure the hearts and eyes.
It is a smile, it is the remedy.
In my life, will be no cries.

My tedious task I shall forsake,
Man should live his life on peaks.
They will know what they can make
When a loser for success seeks.

Towards the gate he started to walk,
Holding the happiness by its wing.
He will tell, but he will not talk,
He will write to make them sing.

On the gate, he began to write
Few little words about big notion.
Now he feels the light of delight,
As he sums up life in dilution:

“Our lives are shadows, mighty dreams.
We must enjoy it, how dull it seems”.

Copyright ©1990

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