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Oren Koralashvili
Grade 11
Forest Hills High School
Inspired by Robert Browning’s “Love Among The Ruins”
The Eyes That Told
In the corridors of unspoken bonds
And the fields in which we once laid upon;
Amid the sanctuary of our hopes,
Was the absence of the world we must cope.
In hope, in hope, our troubles do subside,
With no touch of the life we have defied.
Tonight I lay and sleep without a sign,
But with lips unforgiving and lips dry.
There is art in this bond of broken glass;
Mosaic, however a past-less past.
And with a blissful grace,
This hope I still embrace.
Sleep still on this shadow-tormented floor,
Cradled in your arms the man you adore;
Without love, without love,
For the stars up above.
But for a touch of life and all it’s light,
I would rather die with your eyes in sight;
In my dream, in my dream,
Only you reign supreme.
The ships that endure like our aging skin,
Evade the sea’s wrath, weak to win again;
How I fear, how I fear,
This soft and soothing year;
Too calm for the mockingbird to sing in
But yet it’s song still hums, passion within.
This strange beast, oh strange beast,
How you make me look deceased!
I cannot escape the way you reprise,
Darling, the despair in your lovely eyes.
