Once lived Ava, a maiden fair
Bliss was heavenly held within her lips;
Seldom was pain within her sweet gaze;
Eternity and joy, all in a single kiss.
Once lived Omisha, a virgin cold as snow
The moon follows wherever she goes, destitute within her tips;
Forever she knows, the pain always goes;
Wherever she goes, weaver of sin.
Once, the two did meet
Not by fate, nor by chance
For as of late, one who narrates
Believes this one moment is all by design.
"You," spoke Omisha, she told with such malice.
"It is time for you to leave this abode."
Ava looked miserable, saddened, and black
"Very well then, old friend, make this one your home."
The virgin took her chair
The maiden then stared
"Stare at me all you wish, this is my fate."
"I don't stare with hate, nor with my bliss."
"Then why do you stare?
With your eyes, golden and fair,
Foreign and unclear,
With these of sin and fear?"
"I stare with no thought,"
Ava spoke clearly
"I stare with no motive,"
Ava spoke her heart
"Are standing you to say,
You look upon me,
With eyes clear and free?
No thought of villainy?"
"By the beating of my heart,
I do, solemnly swear,
I stare with no imagination,
Nor thoughts of pity or fear."
"Then I ask thou, O maiden of fair beauty,
What makes you look upon me?
What is it that you see? Eyes of joy and life?
Tell me, O tell me, what does one see in me?"
"I have not a thought,
Not an opinion,
Not a vision,
But instead, a question."
"Answers are what you seek,
Very well, daughter of the sun,
Ask me now then,
But one must only do it once."
"The question I ask,
A question I've been pondering upon,
Why do they hate you?
All with who they are?"
Omisha chuckled, with a worry less smile
Then unto a frown of woe and rue,
"Simple is the answer, Daughter of the Earth,
You are the beautiful lie, and I am the painful truth."
YOU ARE READING
Reflections- a series of poems
PoetryTreat this like a mirror. An apparatus that gazes into the porcelain smiles we all wear every day. These poems are as cluttered and disorganized as that of the emotions we keep to ourselves, and to ourselves alone
