Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example: "The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky!
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, even more immensely without her.
And the verse falls to the soul as dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her; unsatisfied with losing her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart searches for her, but she is not with me.
On the same night, whitening the same trees.
But we, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that is certain, Oh but how I loved her!
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I do love her.
Love is so short and forgetting is so long.
Because on nights like this, I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her; unsatisfied with losing her.
Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer,
these will be the last lines I will ever write for her...
-Ezra-
This concludes Roseheart Genesis
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