Peace from Within

marți, august 18, 2009

A poem inspired by my video - "Eros to Psyche" by my special friend John (Australia)



Eros to Psyche

With love to Shantiliu; your beautiful video Eros and Psyche inspired me to write this poem.


Psyche my other self
I stumbled
pricked by my own arrow.
Psyche your beauty exceeds the stars
such beauty stunned me, and I fell.
Psyche.

Psyche with dawn
I must leave you
Seek me not
or my face look upon.

Psyche, you held
the lamp high.
You betrayed me.
In shocked delight at the sight
you fell and pricked your self.
Psyche you betrayed me,
as all lovers must do.
I must leave you,
Psyche.

Psyche your audacious
beauty
made Aphrodite jealous.
I was sent to bring
punishment upon you.
I stumbled and fell,
pricked by my own arrow.

Psyche you listened to them,
Now a darkness
separates us,
I love you;
The lamp you held high,
so you in frightening
solitude must go,
Psyche.

You have betrayed me,
as all lovers must do.
Look to the ants, the bees ,
the water-reeds
and find yourself, me,
in darkness,
Psyche.

Mistrust and suspicion
come between us.
I gave you myself,
only my face
I asked you not to see,
Psyche.

I did not ask for much.
You have betrayed me
as all lovers must do.
Now my nostalgic heart
must depart from you.
Look for yourself, me,
in the darkness,
Psyche.

I must leave you.
In the darkness,
look and bring back
one pot of Persephone's beauty cream.
look for your self, for me,
In the darkness,
Psyche.

Is not love a darkness,
that takes the self from the self.
you have betrayed me
as all lovers must do.
Look for yourself, me,
in the darkness that is love.
Look for yourself, me,
and you shall see me
in truth and love,
Psyche.

When all hope has gone,
look for yourself, me,
in the darkness and find me.
When you have given up on love,
life,
look into the void, and find yourself, me,
Psyche.

Love betrays us all,
or do we betray love?
your beauty is the sun
to me.
But you betrayed me,
as all loves do,
now you must seek yourself, me,
in darkness,
Psyche

You betrayed me
as lovers always do.
Is love not a darkness,
Psyche?
We surrender to love
and lose ourselves to each other.
such darkness is binding,
blinding.
We open our eyes to find self
and it is gone.
I must leave you,
Psyche.

John Najjar (18/8/09)

Niciun comentariu: