Mi Giulieta

knowing you as i do,
Romeo must have wished
once or twice he had
never met you – and
then cursed the thought
and then blessed the curse
in the same breath.

and he must have sent that
very breath into the air
as a concentrate of his
heart to you, as i do,
hoping to fall warm on
your shoulders like a shawl
in the cold of a starry night.
and he must have talked to them,
who sent his prayers to Heaven
that one day God himself
would deliver her, you, to his
arms with a vow that hope
will not die with time.
and Romeo must have allowed
one hundred suns set on him before he melted
under her final glance, and gladly, as i,
would know the pain of one long blade
for a moment’s return
to perfection of the past
if it were called something else.

but we will never know:
the sadness of a tomorrow that never comes or
the poison of hopes dahsed or
the solitude of daggers patiently waiting
to confuse life with love, taking both in the melee or
the mourning of Verona.

to be sure the darkness must have enveloped
him, as me – with one exception:
i can see the light… it’s right there
deep in your heart, about a million miles away
beating still deep inside my heart,
the seam of which leaks a sliver of a sliver
of the shaft of light that burns my eyes
to blindness; but i find my way to you.
come back to me
mi Giulieta.

Mi Giulieta


Beech Island, United States

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where the story of romeo and juliet is tragic, the tone of this poem is more glass-half-full.


giulieta poem

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