A Moment

A choir sings my laments as I enter the temple,
my face gets bathed in tears as I feel this grief inside,
growing as if a storm... painful.
Dismay covers my wholeness and I crumble and fall on my knees,
and as I look around, a ravaging feeling of desperation fills me as I stare at the stone angels, with spreaded wings... reaching out.
I try vainly to gather my scattered wits,
to gather the remains of my old self,
yet it all seems far-fetched to achieve,
and once more I feel the whipping of sadness and lament in my back and in my heart,
which has undoubtedly given in to such overwhelming sentiments.
The clavicord's striking notes,
penetrate my being with daggers of pain,
accompained with a choir of voices that reminds me endlessly of my loss,
and I just desire to be left then, and reach out for those angels' embrace,
to be left there in my life's twilight, in my final dusk... my final breath...

RQ
Moscow
2/5/10