Sal Godoij

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Muskoka

Grinning, you look at me from a framed photography

Captured pale and naked under the moon in Muskoka

Shining, you are another moon under the moon.

 

In the solitude of my room, your figure blooms again

And like a flower attracts the hummingbird, and it was me

In that fleeting summer, briefly, my longing attracts you

 

And I go back to your lips, reminiscences of a lost love

Like a thirsty traveller, desperate, I kiss your image

Only you could quench my thirst, my beloved absent

 

Tonight, I sculpt your image with the chisel of my solitude

In my heart, Muskoka’s magic landscape and lovely you

Lovely you under the moon on a starry night

 

And your image embraces me like you did that night

That summer night

In my madness, I decide to rescue you from the frame

 

The frame that holds your image, in my madness

I hit the glass and break it, and my hand bleeds

And the pain runs free and red, free and red, the pain

 

The pain red, my eyes red, while deaf bells ring

In my burning eyes

I’m now a blind man who gropes through his memories

 

I seek you through our hallucinatory promise

To see each other again after the summer is gone

But what love is but a game you and I played

 

A game I never won

Love by itself is never a reward

Memories are which love rewards us with

 

I know it because I’m the one who remembers

Yet I don’t know if you do if you remember me

But you may

 

You may be at a crossroads as well, like me

Like all, like we all do at some point in our lives

Like me, like you, like all, we suffer the same tragedies

 

At this crossroads, we’re all one and none.

Stained by my blood, captured pale and naked

Under the moon in Muskoka

 

Stained by my blood, your photography

Stained by my tears, by memories that persist

In my furious solitude

 

I curse this love, although I know

That forgetting you is not possible

Can you feel how lonely I feel, there, wherever you are?

 

I know that in my sleepless nights

You will continue in my life

Yet, as if it were a used cocoon

 

I want to abandon this love

And fly away beyond this feeling

Fly away tonight, beyond this feeling, tonight.