Farewell

         

Farewell… Farewell to arms…
It’s a Christmas Truce…
Let’s live and let live…
Farewell… Farewell to arms…
The only truth
Is to believe it…
Forget the dreams that fled
Like promises of Casanova…
Forget what I’ve just said…
Too late… Christmas is over…
In so many words:
I am above you…
It always hurts…
And nobody loves it:
To hear at dusk
The sorcerer’s spell:
 “It’s time for us
To say farewell…
Farewell… Farewell to arms…
Your arms and hands,
Your palms and fingers…
Farewell… Farewell to charms
Of curves and bends –
Your whispering singers…
Alas… It’s time for us…
To leave the doors and windows open…
Alas…  We are just dust…
An echo… of words unspoken…
Storm’s coming in
Bringing despair,
Its hauling winds
Are smashing affairs…
Trust me… Betray me…
I do not care …
It sounds cruel
But … fair…
Farewell…