Oct 29 2008
Agape Mou
Agape
for Pierre
My heart summoned you
at an early age not yet knowing love.
Sensual whispers, warm rains
shower my body and soul with your being.
When you spoke, I could not speak
for words escaped me.
You sang
strumming blood tears on your bouzouki
year after year lost in Rebetiko.
Yet life your muse, music your passion.
Too young
I could only listen;
rhythms burning my very core.
Your melancholy eyes hypnotized my essence
a captive trance, nirvana.
Fate
years later realized.
Now a woman
we shared love, requited passion, unrestrained.
Boundless infinity together a moment in time.
Soon thereafter you were gone.
Suddenly your last breath stolen away, gone too soon.
I now see those melancholy eyes
within the wind amongst the trees along the shore
within my soul;
I love you still,
Agape mou…
