Cold

In response to Robert Graves' poems

It seemed to me we only met yesterday,
The dusk had settled and the twilight was dominating these huge skies.
I was eager to see you that day,
We already agreed that we would meet where the fallen oak tree lies.

The first stars made their appearance and somehow time grew late.
Gazing over the river, I saw the fishermen take their leave.
Malignant thoughts arose: "Maybe she has forgotten about the date..."
But I decided to trust what you told me on Christmas Eve.

You told me you would take me to a secret place,
A place filled with blossoms and which looked like a maze.
When you finally arrived with tears in your eyes,
I could already guess,
What meant the black dress,
Matching the slowly darkening skies.

She clutched her arms around me and started weeping,
Her father had passed away last evening...
We quietly sat down on the oak,
Staying silent until the owls awoke.

My lips suddenly broke the icy silence:
"Maybe it would be better if I take you back home..."
"Please... stay with me..."
A weak and frail voice said.
I gently kissed her forehead.

Still night surrounded us beneath the moon,
No sound. The shadows loomed.
We silently moved through this cold,
The earth beneath our feet,
Oddly felt like a creeping mold,
Is this the place where we used to meet?

Written by Benno aka Rahjas.