A Harmless Malice
What terrible beauty,
beyond the rocks doth lie
on the day I cross their path.
And I see you walk along the shore,
seeming floating,
like a traipsing single rose,
as if kisisng the ground
with your very
touch.
I catch your sweet scent, whispered by the wind,
and I feel my heart beating, discovering that I am but one.
Heedless in your pace, you continue up a hill.
I run to keep up, catching only a glimpse.
A terrible beauty.
Your hair, strung like vines, drapes deep,
ending abruptly upon reaching
your shoulders.
I feel heartened as you transcend the opposite end of the hill.
What joy, what bliss! as you look my way, clutching your hand.
I descry your elegant movement, the slight motion as your
jaw drops and a gasp escapes your lips.
What elation, what soar! as I watch you start to dream.
This milestone, this event restores courage, confidence,
triumph, love.
It restores life. It revisits feeling. It reanimates passion.
What I once felt, my heart beating seems to change, as now I feel
my heart breaking.
You walk away, over the rocks which I so wearily crossed, fearful
yet excited.
A tragedienne out of my vision, a traitress out of my
heart and into the sun.
What terrible beauty.
