When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Monday, September 22, 2003 In Memory of One Lost Two months apart and one moon blue,
Fair strands falter, gone are their hue.
Sadness spins a wrenching tale,
Smiles and laughter, worn and stale.
Bittersweet song of a lark,
Bends a union, worlds apart.
Sirens scream and banshees wail,
Screeching of a nine-inch nail.
Sorrows deep and heart desire,
Love and hate does fate conspire.
Sundered is my body, torn is my soul,
From my only love, sprung my only foe.
Fellow drifters in the cyberworld with me last night commented that the lines above were too fiery, too fierce, especially the line on sirens and banshees. But heck, if it describes how I feel at that instant, why not? I left Melbourne on the 26th of July; it's nearly 26th of September now, isn't it?
This piece wasn't at all finished in one shot. Bits fall into place everyday, adding stitches to this tapestry of love/ hate. With each emotion that hit me square in the face, and each memory that threatened to struggle me, more words seem to go together and rhyme. Grrr... rhyming reminds me of that kiddo who got this started in the first place! I'll get you for that someday, Dav.
Two months apart and one moon blue,
Fair strands falter, gone are their hue.
Two months feel like a span before a blue moon reappears. Already, black roots are showing on my head. No more the happy, bimbotic Jim. Blessed are bimbos who don't have to think, and brush away unhappiness with a simple goofy smile.
Sadness spins a wrenching tale,
Smiles and laughter, worn and stale.
Bittersweet song of a lark,
Bends a union, worlds apart.
Need more be said about this tortorous post-relationship trauma that I'm going through now? Thousands of miles apart, separated by an entire ocean and a huge land mass... long-distance sucks for true love and flings alike.
Sirens scream and banshees wail,
Screeching of a nine-inch nail.
Howdy all! Meet sweet Jim's evil alter ego - Evil Jim! She's the one who spews forth vicious words and murderous intentions. Sirens and banshees dwell in the realm of the supernatural, so does Evil Jim. Pain and torture does she adore! Being enmeshed in this never-ending pain is like being in an eternal nightmare. Evil Jim's the only person left to hang on to in this abyss of grief, when even hope, is gone.
Sorrows deep and heart desire,
Love and hate does fate conspire.
Sundered is my body, torn is my soul,
From my only love, sprung my only foe.
Star-struck lovers we were not. I'm the only silly one here. Jimmy's moved on, so what the hell am I still living in goddamnit Melbourne time? Are we really subjected to the clutches of the big "F" - Fate?
I'm still torn, still broken, still lost, and still hurt. May I find some comfort here.
