In storm and in tempest we two parted
In storm and in tempest we two parted
No grieving silence but rage and sour anger over dry tears
Souls once harmoniously united departed broken hearted
With agony to sever for years
How pale grew your checks under raging cold
Colder were the words hissed by your mouth without a truth
That very moment that very instant foretold
The ominous sign of punish and torture without sooth
Lie by lie like dew drops of the morning
Sank the quiver in my limbs and chill in my brow
It felt like the dire warning
Of what lie for me ahead of what I feel now
You denounced all your vows leaving them scattered and broken
How lightly you withdrew your fame
I can still hear your knives-sharp words spoken
It brings within me an utter self mockery and deep shame
When ever I hear your name before me
A deafening peal locks my ear
A shudder comes over me
How I let you grow so dear?
I know you not any more
I who once knew you so well
Long I shall rue you behind slammed door
Too deeply too painfully to tell
If I ever should meet you
After long separating years
How shall I greet you? Or welcome your view
With thundering silence and dry tears
Or as new acquaintance under courtesy and cheers
I may never know
The ceremony how
Nor shall I ever wish that day to be
And yet, until and when convulsive throes deny my last breath
The faintest utterance of my dizzy fading thought
Will be to you; only but you; even in the last gasp under dire death
My soul turned in tempest and turmoil more than it can be bared, oftener than it ought
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poem by Isaac Ziv
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