This is a poem from the point of view from a young woman who waits for word of her lovers return. She knows that her lover has been sent to the forbidden forests, but that is all she knows. Imagine a young woman walking in a vineyard as the sun is setting. Then imagine the golden sunset while she is playing a mandolin to the sound of the ocean tides.
The Silent Song of A Woman's Tears:
The wind is blowing softly
On the vineyards near the sea
Standing in silent sorrow
Her hair flowing in the breeze
She holds it like a child
Her young lovers mandolin
She plays her music softly
He was more than just a friend
Her eyes explore the hillside
Grapes are growing on the vine
The ocean breeze is calling
As she sips the vintage wine
She plays her music softly
Small fingers vibrate the strings
Words in silent harmony
A song of love she sings
In service of our leader
The tyrant we call our King
My love sent to the forest
A dark omen this does bring
The stories of lost Legends
The forests have come alive
They say it's filled with monsters
Will my dearest one survive?
When I play the mandolin
It reminds me of his smile
The soothing sound of music
Played the traditional style
Loving kisses from the sun
Warming up the fertile vines
The grapes become impatient
Wanting to be made to wine
She picks the fruit of heaven
Little grapes inside her hand
They taste so very sour
She knows and understands
Why do men go out and kill
Why are our leaders so blind
Why must the glory of Kings
Be stained by the blood of wine?
Evening shadows are growing
The end of labors toil
She finishes her music
Her tears still kiss the soil
She waits now for her lover
But for now the night has come
Walking into the shadows
The song she plays is done