"Somewhere Beyond the Veil" ... apoem i wrote

Somewhere beyond the veil, far from the claws of civility,

Past the grey building that echos hostility,

Lies a humble hearth that would save my sanity,

touched by the goddess Hestia’s divinity.

Oh! Look-emerging from the lemon orchards is my lover,

Who runs to bring me a four leaf clover.

His golden touch makes me shiver;

I swear you could see his eyes shimmer.

You could taste the saline breeze,

That sprints from the languid sea;

the waves thrash in a symphony-

My brush drips with aquamarine.

You can smell the warm honeyed sky,

Curling from the fresh baked pies,

Or from the midnight hyacinths that cry ,

That my golden one helped reach the sky.

Those delicate fingers pluck the stings of the lyre,

Resonating a rhapsody the gods admire,

That fills my heart with desire,

As I look dumbstruck ,this heartthrob I’ve acquired.

You say,“when you know you know”,

And I think I will finally grow’

With my arms linked with my beau’

As we cocoon under the weeping willow.

But my ears rings with screams,

As I realise it was all a dream;

My sheets wet from the streams-

Was it all just my mind’s scheme?

My world now is once again grey.

I don’t know how will I go about my day;

My hands have no-one left to sway,

For I am as lonely as they say.

You tell me, that memory I should not save,

But my heart is not that brave.

For after all, I am my grief’s slave -

You know each day I wish I were in my grave.