By Lynn Ayoub | Staff Writer
A torn spirit she was
Sent to exile with nothing but pointless vows
And just when she thought she found peace
A question separated her from her selcouth heartsease
Tell us about “joy” my dear
A three lettered word she didn’t expect to hear
“joy”! she asked in wonder
as if her lost heart was struck with anguishing thunder
A smile crawled to her lambent lips
Shattering walls, she built around her memories with unbreakable bricks
And to a reverie she flew
millions of flashbacks clashing each with different hue
About joy I don’t know if I can tell you now
But once she was an orphic spell and a vow
Eunoia that once wrapped the mind
A querencia where forbidden lovers hide
Apricity at the crack of dawn
And psithurism while bumbling under silver rays to the unknown
Once she was a Retrouvaille
After an eternity in the darkest vales
She was the baltering of 2 old lovers near the fountain
Surrounded by a century of resplendent memories bigger than mountains
Now all I see is people crying
Wondering if it’s easier in dying
A world full of chaos I see,
And joy became a masked misery
And here I was a claim
Everyone pretending to know me with no shame
An illusion I became
My spirit is torn and people asking me about my own name