Jassy Melson
12-27-2013, 01:59 PM
I dreamed of him last night.
His face was fair and free
from the agony yet to come.
I first met him at the entrance
of the Catacombs in Rome.
We looked at each other in curiosity.
He was dressed in a light blue suit
with a wide red necktie
and I was dressed in a vanilla suit
with a wide-brimmed straw hat.
We walked to a nearby café
and ordered tea and biscuits
and then it was that he began
to regale me with tales
of the stern beauty of Sophocles
and the bitter laughter of Euripides.
His words were wonderful,
they were like a flowing stream
of wit and humor mingled with wisdom.
And it was then that I fell in love with him.
Our love lasted through the years,
even through the hell yet to come;
I loved him till the end;
for I knew what it was to love someone
other than myself.
But then the dream began to fade
heedless of my cries for it to stay.
And then I awoke
and knew that he was dead.
His face was fair and free
from the agony yet to come.
I first met him at the entrance
of the Catacombs in Rome.
We looked at each other in curiosity.
He was dressed in a light blue suit
with a wide red necktie
and I was dressed in a vanilla suit
with a wide-brimmed straw hat.
We walked to a nearby café
and ordered tea and biscuits
and then it was that he began
to regale me with tales
of the stern beauty of Sophocles
and the bitter laughter of Euripides.
His words were wonderful,
they were like a flowing stream
of wit and humor mingled with wisdom.
And it was then that I fell in love with him.
Our love lasted through the years,
even through the hell yet to come;
I loved him till the end;
for I knew what it was to love someone
other than myself.
But then the dream began to fade
heedless of my cries for it to stay.
And then I awoke
and knew that he was dead.