December 17th, 2009
Should I tell her who she is
And ruin your surprise?
How long did you want her to forget
Who her father is
And ahh, her mother too?
I have kept my promise to serve.
But I can no longer look upon her and pretend
That her rags and fetters are real.
Even if I keep silent, my eyes reveal.
Shall I make it subtle
Or shall I be quick?
Will she believe?
Or run away thinking I am mad?
Who her father is
And ahh, her mother too!
Did you cause this meeting
Only so I should betray you,
And reveal to her that she is
A lady of the most noble birth.
© 2009 Ron Herman
Tags: identity, origin, remembrance
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December 4th, 2009
Silent eyes,
Look into my own,
Partched and colorless.
Silent eyes,
Where have you been
After the day your tears
Brought me life
And the waters flowed again?
Each night I lower cupped hands
Into my reservoir
And pour it’s life
At the place you were.
But I have poured my last,
And now sit motionless
As before,
Save for my rememberance of you.
Silent eyes,
I no longer ask for life.
Break [...]
November 8th, 2009
In Franco Zeffirelli’s movie Brother Sun Sister Moon about Saint Francis’ early life, the first song by Donovan is a beautiful accompaniment to the scene where Francis returns desperately ill from feudal battles and prison to his home town of Assisi.
Oh the drums are so mournful my dear oh my love
As my thoughts they are [...]
November 8th, 2009
You wanted me to drown in conflict,
To resolve the unresolvable
With only a slim chance at success.
So be it;
I give the mind to your madness.
But my hand I keep with your defiant,
The ones who gasp for breath,
Who want to be loved
Even briefly
By what they see
And what they know.
Yes, maybe I let my mind
Linger too long on [...]
