The end is never far from the beginning but
my love lasts for eternity.
I can feel him take your delicate touch, your distance gaze, your soft tresses.
My heart weeps as he carries you, lifting your soul to heaven
Before our time.
To see a part of you so alive yet so –
hanging like a thread, angels overhead,
my tragic love. No words can speak the pain my heart bleeds.
Beside you, your silent guard. A lover’s lie, watching over your every pulse.
Yet, what is love? You ruined ours for an ounce of shame.
The distance echoes the bells of Gimmerton, ringing, ringing…
Down on one knee I fall, for sorrow, not gesture. Until we meet again,
I’ll wait amongst the green for a soft word, or two. I’ll wait forever, my Cathy.
You were once the red rose of my beating heart, never a petal shed.
But now the led at the pit of my stomach. Sinking, sinking…
As the earth swallows your soul I feel a spiteful remorse, a knife to the heart.
I am a stain on your name.
Your restless daze bit into my life like the whistling wind, a breath of fresh air, oh!
Sweet reminders before my life went as flat as the grounds we met.
Your hair was soft like spun silk, skin so pale like milk and honey,
But your beauty pervaded with a melancholic stare.
I longed to hold you.
I longed to caress your body and soul and every goosebump and fingerprint,
but he stood in my way. I could barely look at you.
He held us apart.
Oh Cathy! Oh my life! How can I bear it!
Those endless kisses I bestowed on your cheek, kisses like coins,
that day we were millionaires. But then you burst into flames, a phoenix,
a tirade of sorrows and anger and lust.
A pale white in absence of a rosy flush.
You said I killed you, I broke your heart!
You broke your own.
How dare you wish such suffering on me Cathy?
Don’t torture me until I’m as mad as yourself!
You own my soul; death is my enemy.
Your fragile frame convulsed by shudders, your bones were crystal, bewildered eyes,
I feel you fall so limp in my arms. Your imprint will remain forever on my heart and body.
Tears don’t fall, they melt inside me, my heart a blazing furnace!
The Wuther of Elegiac Writings
Today something a little different, an Elegy from the perspective of Heathcliff – of Wuthering Heights fame – as written by my mate Amy, who is soon off for a jaunt around Thailand. Naturally I have been bullying her to get a blog so everybody can share in my jealousy as well as being nosy about the wonderful landscapes yet to be discovered. I trust you will all have an enjoyable weekend.