Divine Love: Poem 4

©Ilisa Millermoon Intuitive Energy Artist  

www.ilisamillermoon.com

While the spirit plummeted low, 

And my heart sank to the pit of my stomach, 

He moved on with his new-found love.

I beheld him in the soul sorrowful, 

“Come back, babe,” unto him I cried, 

“My heart pulsates for you, it dies with you away!”

His silence answered me: “Not a single day, 

Will I find myself treading battled grounds

Virgin lands were conquered, and ploughed.”

Why me? I asked me, is it my fate?   

And lived in solitude under the good Mira, 

During the time of pain and tearing eyes.

A poetess I became, rhymed of loss and hurt 

Sang dirges of a love that was killed by lust, 

After that divine crime where all feelings were lost.

You wonder why I wanted to give another chance; 

Why climb again the cold mountain?   

Which is the source and cause of every pain?