Hark, what strange madrigal do I hear,
Chanting loudly with messages to fear,
Spanning the distance o’er land and time,
Carrying deadly secrets—both yours and mine.
Cruelly it plays o’er the landscape of our life,
Severing our hearts with a two-sided knife,
Traipsing o’er mountains of fervent emotion,
Echoing across valleys like a golden ocean.
Its melody beginning so soft and low,
Rapidly and surely it begins to grow.
Louder and deadlier its notes begin;
Where and how will the ominous song end?
Telling of a love which began in the past;
It cries out in anguish, Too fragile to last?
Secrets to unmask, tales to unfold…Destroying
those lives in its rigid control.
As closer it dances, its demands shine clearer,
Deeds of our past reflected in life’s mirror.
Both friend and foe sing courageously
And end the drama in tender ecstasy…
Janelle Taylor