The Sun and The Song

She was young and pretty
Her face glowed like a star
Her beacon smile greeted you
Even from afar.

She was a song, a melody,
A tune so rare and fine.
She left you humming softly
As you caught your breath in time.

Her eyes were dancing devils,
impish with delight.
Her hair was swept up and away -
Sun-catchers, glowing bright.

One night when we went dancing,
I saw the love-sparks fly.
I turned around and saw him -
entranced by what he spied.

Young and handsome, strong and swift,
His eyes lit up the room.
Lips weaving such a magic smile
As to urge the rose to bloom.

Light on his feet, light in his heart
His future looking bright.
All he wanted was in place,
Except for Love at his side.

He glided up and close to her,
His face shone with desire.
He swooped and swept her off her feet,
burning with a fire.

Trembling in his warm embrace
Her heart went thudding madly.
Into his blazing eyes she gazed
Surrendering quite gladly.

The rumours floated thick and fast
The lovers weren't bothered.
The whispers turned into a roar,
but the fire wasn't smothered.

An enchanted web they wove,
With charming rainbow threads.
A picture so perfect they saw
each time they looked ahead.

And so one happy morn they wed,
Seven steps around the fire.
And vowed to love eternally,
from thence to funeral pyre.

Alas! 'twas never meant to be!
Long rolled a painful year.
Tensions simmered just below,
And cracks did soon appear.

"The sun - he burns and scorches me",
the maiden loudly cried.
"The melody is so out of tune"
the sun tersely replied.

Torn asunder, split right through,
Love buried in the slide.
Ink and paper sealed the deal,
The ties that bind, untied.

One night when we went dancing,
I saw the love-sparks fly.
I rejoiced to see the birth of love.
Now I weep to see it die.


A rather off-colour poem I wrote some time back, in a fit of despondency, when I heard about this divorce.