How
can I compare?
When you’re used to the eyes in a Deity’s stare
How
can I exist?
When you’re used to the kiss from a
God’s lips
How
can I begin?
When you’re used to the words of
cherubim
How
can I believe?
When you’re used to the promise of eternity
How
can I sate?
When you’re used to ambrosia on your
plate
How
can I trust?
When the Gods could not satisfy your
lust
Heaven
was your playground
On cirrus fields you’d chase
Heaven
was your playground
In lakes of mead you’d bathe
There
wasn’t pain; there wasn’t shame
There
was always light; it was never night
Whereas here, it cannot be said the
same,
It cannot be
said the same
comparison only leads to pain....the feelings of inadequacy though come through and are palpable...i wonder thoguh if its all in our head though and only a matter of perspective...
ReplyDeleteMore to one as the pedestal is urely built up, but that also leaves a long way to fall as well. Liked to use of the mythical type words too.
ReplyDeleteFeels sad to declare oneself 'out of someone's league'/the pedestal complex, but it's written into the Human Condition and you explicate it well here.
ReplyDeleteGood rhymes. I imagine one thinking these thoughts to himself as he watches a heavenly being. It almost feels like something's about happen to the one addressed in the final stanza, that will cause a lost of innocence. The ending with the two same line interestingly seems to emphasize the point they are making.
ReplyDeleteA very interesting creative take on a love poem. And yet the object of lve has a slightly sinister side too--with the lack of trustworthiness. The poem gives a very vivid psychological picture of a relationship. K.
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