Poema inédito #9: 'Tis a shakespearian love?

'Tis a shakespearian love?

'Tis love?
Nor Heaven, nor Hell.
But one treacherous mix
where angels and demons,
sing and dance to the beat of our most fairest kisses.
Thy presence, as well as thy names,
Soothes the infamous beasts of the Hades,
As a barrel of honey,
fallen from the sky.
As a melody,
Whisper only by thy breathing.
The longest hours of thy absence,
Driving around town, thinking.
Unresting upon bed, remembering,
Eating food for the body, dreaming.
Craving for yesternight embraces.
What punishment have the Gods
must deliver on this fragile soul?
Methinks, mistake it ought to be.
Carrying the burden of this heavy deed,
With strong steps above the Earth.
Have the Gods proved their lack of timing?
Nay, now, the moment for the most
dearest lovers known, 'Tis not.
But when?
My mind's eye rejoices on the remembrance
Of things to come.
Ay, my sweetest Lady,
With a gentle touch of thy lips against mine,
Our souls depart to the last corner of the Sky.
Oh, have we failed in playing the most tragic,
yet passionate play ever written by Shakespeare?


By Jonás Fradest