Engraved

Engraved

into the Wailing wall

is her name and his palm

into a loving arm altering their glow

the shade of a lonesome arbour

become their felicitous Elysium

only the gentle chants

can bring the soul to life

to blossom on the open sea

trimmed of all the false charm and finery

feeling like a cheery fool struck by the bliss

and only in his soul engraved

is the token of his fervency

and inner flame

that later covered in silence

surviving yesterdays

and forgetting all of tomorrows

then her fine features he engraves

into the texture of his mind

while the flakes of time

and the crystals of dishonoured desires

blind the heart-beat trail

or perhaps their disproportional fate

his stony sentiment

set and hidden from the peoples' gaze

glancing behind the invisible scenes

comforted by the Sirene's song

crippled by the tones

and only himself shall be his glass of wine

or

forever stay cradled in marble arms