Ophelia

Ophelia,

Oh, dear Ophelia
What now - that you have left this battered world
With purity unscathed?

What dread has fallen to my door?
Its only quest - to witness for a speck of sun
To rise in western skies and set amid the
Waning winds of yesterday?

Would cocks crow in the evening shade,
'Til ne'er I set my foot aboard the sails that
Whisked my truth from thee - I'd dare relinquish
All my worth to see.

Alas, this voice is but a whisper now.
Yet greater than the silent grief I shed to comfort thee.
Turned wretched now, without escape
Mere echoes in the chambers of my sorrows
Thrown to empty chasms built to 
Hearken only me.

What am I now, but a breath of nothing?
If angels keep our voiceless prayers thrown wide without constraint,
Perhaps you feel my weary soul and know the path I chose in haste -
Intentions bred to save the utter light of thee.

Tis best you stand before the moon
Intact and pure of heart
As torment strikes its final claim,
I beg it may still end with thee.


©Paggles 11-09-07