An attempt at ruba'i quatrains - may Fitzgerald forgive me!
And shall my story once again take flight
To banish now the sullen gloom of night
So shall it be for those who come to know
That poesy may make the darkness light.
The storied dreams of all those many years
Shall underscore my passing hopes and fears
And make a montage of my loss and gain
To banish from my soul the futile tears
I stood there once upon the airy heights
To gaze into the future days and nights
Where joy and hope and youthful pleasure reigned
Then heedless of the bitter truths and plights
The past is done and now is cast in stone
For hurt and pain I’ve caused I must atone
The simple facts of time and place reveal
Responsibility is mine and mine alone
To shower the world with hatred and with pain
For some, a hope of paradise to gain.
Abjuring love as if some foul disease
Coating the land with an obsessive stain.
But turn to love, and hope and joy sublime
From out the pit of darkness we may climb
And make a future warm with friendship’s balm
By casting off the chains of former time.
A formula not writ in blood and strife
Provides a path to guide me through this life
And moving on towards the final gate
Escape the pain of evil’s savage knife
One final time I call upon the fates
To open up the pathway to the gates
And see us through the rocks, the traps, the snares
Towards the final challenge that awaits.
Be with me, love, together we shall be
Finding at last the long forgotten key
To solve our own reality in peace
That, at the end, permits us to be free.