Flowered Hills Of Selador

Flowered Hills Of Selador
© Surazeus
2019 02 18

When night peeked out like cinders from the stove
and icy winds blew down from mountain caves
we huddled close behind the cellar door
and kissed with starlight glowing at our core.

Though far away I roam the endless world
on signless roads where winds forever blow,
I dream about the lush vales of our home,
and long to stride flowered hills of Selador.

Harsh whistle of the train cracks frigid air
and crowds of people flow through city streets
where strangers speak in ridding tongues of hope
loud as wind blowing leaves of apple trees.

Though many lovers pass my cellar door
and leave their memories wrinkled on the floor,
you are the only woman I adore,
sweet bride I left behind in Selador.

We were to meet on bridge of River Lor
to talk about the house we planned to buy
and I was gazing at the golden sky,
remembering true love glowing in your eye.

I saw you coming toward me on the bridge
so brightly smiling with endearing love
when thieves escaping fired back at police
and bullet pierced your heart to splatter gore.

I kneeled and held you in my arms to cry
while you lay staring at the bleeding sky
and though I kissed your lips a thousand times
your precious soul was gone forevermore.

I wander far across wild spinning world
but everywhere I go I feel you near,
though you lie buried mute in Selador,
yet weep alone behind locked cellar door.

No land I roam will ever be my home
for what is home without your smiling eyes
and laughter of your voice that rang so clear
when we lay kissing by the cellar door?

Now that I traveled all around the world
I stand forlorn on bridge of River Lor
for I returned to lie down in your heart
and die on flowered hills of Selador.