Hello, my friends. I am pleased to introduce another of my poems. I dedicate this poem to all lovers, the romantic people, who still feel the warmth of that love long, long gone.

 

The Swallow

 

Pierced my heart

A dark glossy-blue dart

Sitting on my balcony

On a cold October day

I saw in her eyes her longing

For the South

On that cold October day

The swallow

She could have flown with her sisters

And so, I extended my arms

And encouraged her to fly

Go! I exclaimed. Move on!

The day exuded my feelings

As I thought of the swallow as being she

The woman, once my lover

Coming back to visit me

On that cold October day

So, I refrained from encouraging

The swallow to fly

Don’t fly! I said. Stay!

I sent a kiss to the swallow

A kiss from my lips departed

In search of my memories of she

Alas, when love goes stale, like bread

What are kisses but leftover crumbs

In response, the wind

Brought me her farewell words

“I love you, but….”

Like a knife, these words, like a knife

Sliced my heart

Sitting on my balcony

Longing for the South

She decided to go away

On a cold October day

She dreamed she could fly

Southbound

Like a swallow, she, like a swallow

Her escapade had a destination

Golden beaches, winters over

Spiced nights, a Latin lover

And so, on that cold October day

The day exuded my feelings

As I regurgitated my desire

Of her, so long gone, she

Therefore

I, too, wished to escape

Southbound

Like a swallow, I

But, on a second thought

I didn’t want to meet her again

Alas, ex-lovers’ meetings are nothing

But an exchange of solitudes

And so, instead, my escapade

Had a destination

Golden beaches, winters over

Spiced nights, a Latin lover

I extended my arms

Go! I exclaimed. Move on!

I was talking to myself

But she heard me, the swallow

She took off and, with a start

Pierced my heart

The dark glossy-blue dart.