Never,

In my entire life,

Have I loved anyone,

Or anything,

As much as I love you.

How much longer is this suppose to go on?

How much longer do I have to wait?

Memory full with your face,

And my soul full with your beauty.

Goddess.

This shadow that darkens visions,

Within these walls of blood,

Here,

So long since you were seen,

An imaginary ghost,

Of times forgotten.

From behind a violet bloody moon,

Twilight and scarlet luminous tears,

Over there where lakes of sorrow move in a blackened night,

Let me glimpse all your lachrimaes.

How much longer do I have to handle this madness?

The moon and goddess,

For this reverberating vapour of thrilling life,

Gifts from yesterday’s time,

Forgotten mantel of black sorrow.

Passion within a river of still crimson terror.

Image of heaven,

It was I who destroyed you,

And I who worshiped you.

Remembered memory,

Played upon by ancient actors,

Never forgotten,

Never seen.

Goddess.

Martin Gaughan

(Revised) 5/9/08 (16/3/95)