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A light around the corner,
Here in shadows cool I stand,
Glades in sunlit radiance,
By gentle breezes fanned.
But here, in tranquil waters,
In the stream my two feet dip,
Fixed on stone as hard as bone,
With sadness on my lip.
The stillness of the water,
Still as death — my bitter curse;
I’m blind to see a destiny,
That would its pall reverse.
I sense the stark desuetude;
This place devoid of hope,
Although the sunlit colours play,
Upon the verdant slope.
The stony bridge in mossy dress,
The vines with grasping arms,
The ambience a soft caress,
A panoply of charms…
I see the lark upon the branch,
And hear the sprightly tune,
But deep inside the ghosts that glide,
Deplete my joy so soon.
I note the darting fishes,
All the tadpoles’ wriggling life,
But I am blank as corpses dank,
And overborne with strife.
Fear so perilous in tone,
I am affixed in fright,
Heavens dashed, by devils smashed,
Presenting endless night.
My breast I fathom in such hope,
To sense the candle flame,
But it is but a wisp of smoke;
I’ll not know light again.
The gentleness of water!
Twas a boon I revelled in,
A silken touch to which I’d clutch,
To drown the outer din.
I raged at God in questioning,
Why should this hurt exist?
For every day without delay,
The miseries persist.
But raging at a holy God,
Will bring a deadly curse,
A sickness marked by absent love,
That angels cannot nurse.
For God He is a cursing God,
Displeased with spite at Him,
Sovereign is His high estate,
And knows that hell is grim.
I cannot fix the sadness,
Was His answer, plain as plain,
I cannot heal this wound, too deep,
Or remedy this pain.
So I will curse your soul to hell,
For thy prodigious rage,
We’re doomed to endless shadow play,
Mere players on a stage.
So in the deep abyss I fell,
In spiral twists unending,
Unto the lowly pit dispelled,
With devil taunts extending.
So now, in streams and everglades,
I wander, aimless sad,
Yearning for a yesterday,
In which I was so glad.
I feel the waters, spy the sights,
That are in beauty styl’d,
But I am as the winter wind—
By endless rage beguiled…
AD Lovkis, 23/08/25
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