A dance of strangers
Morning rays crimsoned akin to twilight skies
the waters gleamed a multicolored spectrum
she stood against a pillar and caught his figure
set adrift in shivering ripples of clear cold water
and beneath this aqueduct, she always felt precious
perhaps it was sunshine resting on her skin
dream or reality, divinely, a veil of misfortunes lifted
everything on vast empty vista thus transformed
dead roses woke in her cold clammy hands
a bourbon rose fraught with dew and sweet odors
his soft fingers found hers; he, a man worthy of all trouble
they danced amongst knots of tussock to Calvary
her craving heart could not be sated to the full
a searing glory, fiery love she did, indeed, receive
she danced with a stranger till another day dawned
hither and thither amongst pillars, the breeze a bard
but soon it was all silent, unwieldy silent
and adrift shivering ripples of water so clear
she caught a glimpse of him calm and dignified
in her hands, dead roses laid dead, and happiness
O' happiness... so illusory a notion, so illusory!
sunshine found her drifting farther and farther from her manufactured bliss
water gleamed a multicolored spectrum with a lugubrious panorama
a spectrum derived from his bent and half-sunken body
and her pride withered into shame, -shame and agony
raw were her eyes from wailing and bereavement
she had come here three days since, and now
morning rays had crimsoned akin to twilight skies
like the sudden outburst that brought about this conclusion, the sun burst out of the horizon
and caught her here, oblivious of all precise details
her heart was so heavy, oh God, so heavy
he left her with child and a deadly disease
but he... he was worthy of all the trouble
and as she danced beneath the aqueduct
knowing that this picturesque scenery will cure her throbs