Selene
The moon smiling close to my nucleus
As the moonbeams fall on to my falling tears
Selene, the soul witness, of my harrowing hell
As Geetha left me, my heart sorrowfully fell
She was a goddess on earth, with a soft inner core
As my heart every second would earnestly implore
For a gentle snuggle or a passionate clasp
Alas, it was her kiss of death that choked me, she a gangly asp
She the serpent that slithered past my thicket
To the arms of another to a fence in white picket
To greener pastures from my evergreen forest
As the boat rocked, my life amidst a tempest
The storms were dire, in my vessel of solitude
As the boat rocked to the extremes of longitude
No lighthouse in my path, no path forward
No light on my life, rocking and turning in winward
Selene still with me, as she looks at my soulful self
As I carry the blues waiting for a Samaritan's help
Inhaling the nicotine, even the tar
Gazing at Selene, every twilight, even from afar
She gazes at me, as she promises me a turn of the tide
As the oceans would one day peacefully sleep, the tide will abide
For my vessel to row pass, in the passing tranquility
Till I come across her, my princess serendipity
Selene over yonder still sparkling bright
Hold me my dear ever so tightly tonight
She my mistress in my time of need
As I wait for my heart to arrest its eternal bleed
Then she whispers, my Selene, in her nightingale voice
Sweet nothings, that pacify the heart, redeeming its voice
As the heart finally raptures to a melodic beat
Selene, she twinkles from afar, from her heavenly seat
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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