Libra
- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter III - Poem IV -
Hand in the fire, chasing the spark,
Thought I caught it right in the dark
But it flickered, it faded, it fled,
Now I am hanging by a thread
I read the stars, traced their design,
But the Libra’s scales don’t align
Each balance I gained comes with a cost,
Each love I find becomes lost
Pace the room when I get home,
A greater man would’ve stayed alone
A better man would’ve let it be,
But I look to the heavens and plead:
“Please, I’m at the foot of the cathedra,
Tip the scales of the fated Libra
I don’t want riches or gold,
Just someone to love, someone to hold
Please save me from this dark ebony,
Who do I ask to change my destiny?”
My debts on the table, they said nothing about me is rare,
I’m a fool in the fable, lost in despair
The scales shift slowly like sinking sand,
So, when I’m dying, I scream against the cursed land:
“Please, I weep to the streams of aurora,
Break the scales of the fated Libra
I don’t want riches or gold,
Just someone to love, someone to hold
Please pull me from this endless night,
Who do I beg to make it right?”
I sit on my bed at twilight alone,
Ask questions to an unanswered phone
A stronger man would wait in grace,
But even hope can lose its pace
I gather the star charts, seek the wisdom they lend,
Searching the cosmos for a lover or a friend
The scales tip cruelly, the balance is fake,
So, I spent my last coin on the gamble of my mind to break
“Please, I weep to the streams of aurora,
Shatter the scales of the cursed Libra
I don’t want riches or gold,
Just someone to love, someone to hold
Please drag me from this hollow despair,
Who do I speak to? Does no one care?”
My God says “patience”, but I’ve waited too long,
Every wish feels like a forgotten song
I thought I caught the flame, but it slipped away,
So, I trudge through another day in gray
Hand in the fire, I’m still chasing the spark,
Praying for someone to light the dark
The scales of the Libra always shift and sway,
So, I’ll look to the sky and pray
