At The Foot of a Castle
AT THE FOOT OF A CASTLE
At the foot of a castle in the gilded, setting sun,
In the warm and fragrant air of a summerʼs belvedere,
Through a deep, dense forest a river did run
Winnowing through the trees, azure hued and clear.
And in the languorous night, when stars appeared like wines,
As harbingers of autumn, in the dusky, turquoise sky
A maiden of regalia, from epochs long gone by
Walked out upon the terrace, gazing at the pines.
Her flowing, black mane was lovely, long and fair
And her royal gaze was of the sacred night
When songbirds sang in the sad moonlight
Above the many fountains, rising in the square.
John Lars Zwerenz
John Lars Zwerenz
New York City , United States Of America
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone