To My Dear Hyacinthus
When the flowers claw their way out of the barren ground
And bloom into the blue of your eyes
Will I be reminded of you
I remember the day I first saw you
A statue, mourning the loss
Of something I’ll never know
The way your curls so modestly covered your head
A face lightly tainted by rain I brought by
How could I not fall for you?
“Such a paragon for beauty should not be desecrated like this” I thought
And you laughed;
A chorus of angels
I’d thought I’d never hear
We frolicked along the rolling hills
Discussed everything and nothing
That passed our minds
Golden sunlight
A threat I could never perceive
Illuminated moments I thought would be lost to the darkness
Glowing indigo
Curls that grazed those starry skies
I made sure each breeze carried the light spring air
It would be a sin to do otherwise
I remember the sweet caress of your hand
The way it felt so perfect next to mine
And a kiss I thought I’d never need
Better than any ambrosia I have ever tasted
If I had my way, I’d stay in those arms forever
Those eyes, those lips
Forever mine to love
And then the sun shone too brightly.
He made his way into your heart slowly, silently
Before I knew it he was yours and you were his
How could I not grieve?
Had you no love for me?
Did not our hearts beat in unison?
Did they not dance to the same beat?
They must have, I could recall such a time
But it seems now that they all belong to him
Those starry eyes only shine for him
Those ambrosia lips are only worthy enough for his own
Those curls, those gentle arms
Reserved for him forever more
That’s how the storm began.
Heartbreak
Anguish
Grief
Envy
All collided into a dark rainstorm, harsh winds rising from the westward horizon of my heart
I shouldn’t have been on the field that day.
Every day is grey without you
The sun no longer has the same shine
The once serene breezes have become biting and bitter
The hills look barren and dry
I miss you more than I can bear
And I know that any word of apology I say will mean nothing
I can only hope to make it up to you
I can only hope for the day that we reunite
I’d swim the River Styx for you
And travel the endless Labyrinth
Just on hope alone
To see you
To have you in my arms
My dear Hyacinthus, agapi mou
I pray for the day the flowers break free from their graves
So I will be reminded of you once again