Mute
Adieu
by
Abdullahi
M,
Etobicoke, Ontario, Canada, Age 17
Note:
The scripts on the third line should be in Hebrew.
she always spoke
in the most beautiful tongue;
àúä àåðñ, you are ravishing.
...and i'd smile
as veiled tears
quickly yet quietly
pooled at my feet
(Darker than wine if only as sweet.)
always
crimson
and claret
and ruby
but never rose.
(Rose was too celestial for me and my sin.)
she always
whispered:
"Tell
me who you are!" and
i always gave her
the same Answer:
"I
am Your Jesus
get your lips away from me."
and with
that
i neither met her sword,
her presence
nor her closure.
