1 April 2009 at 11:10 am Leave a comment

I’d read the story many times.
I’d chastised the heroine:
Unfaithful! Untrusting! Unloving!

One small candle
One big mistake
The wax fell on his shoulder.

“Oh!” he sighs
“Oh!” he moans
“If only, if only, if only, if only, if only…

I gave you riches and wealth
I gave you warmth and love
I gave you so much —
If only you had trusted me.

Now I belong to the Evil Queen.
Now I am trapped
East of the Sun, and West of the Moon.”

And that heroine traveled
Across ice and snow
By sea and air
Until Death’s cold breath whispered in her ear,
Enticing her to give up.

How many times I told myself:
Never I, Never I:
Unfaithful! Untrusting! Unloving!

Yet how quick I was to judge
How quick to accuse.
How quick.

If only, if only, if only, if only, if only…

You gave me friendship
You gave me warmth and caring
You gave me so much —

Now I finally understand
That the land
East of the Sun, West of the Moon
Lies in the human heart.

If I could travel through ice and snow
By sea and air
I’d confront the very face of Death himself

To melt the dark, cold, place
I created in your heart.


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