The Story Of She Poem by Sergio D'Amico

I met God in a distant land,
His eyes were filled with the
void of a starless night,
His hair was long and coloured gold,
and it stretched the rhythm
of the moving air.
He stood at the center of the sky,
with two men seated by His side,
at a point where all
history came to collide.

Two men who shared one mother,
yet each held a purpose different
from one another.
One was death, the other Sleep,
the latter absent from this realm,
killed by the poison of my dream.

The sea was dormant laid in a stretch
an invitation for an artist's sketch
as beautiful as the stars above
but not as impressive as the first love.
History past and yet to come,
All seemed to meet as one,
and while I stood there and fixed my look,
I remembered a girl I read about in a book.
Her name was Annabel Lee,
and she was so similar to She,
for Like Annabel Lee,
I met her in a kingdom by the Sea,
Like Annabel Lee,
I was a child when She met me,
Like Annabel Lee,
her only thought was to love
and be loved by me,
Like Annabel Lee,
She was meant to be and be with me.

Yet unlike the story of Annabel Lee,
our love was never destined to be,
for Destiny was always one step ahead,
with a touch much colder than death.
He capsized me on this tormented shore,
without giving a second thought,
and all the memories, joys and hope
that the first love should develop,
now vanish like Grains of sand,
and escape leaving me an empty hand.
I look up towards the Host,
and remember Paradise lost,
no peace and rest can ever dwell,
and I awake every night to a living hell.

For many years I lived on a dream
that saw me gladly enter an inviting realm,
the shadows of our encounters etched on a rock,
never to be touched by the ticking of the clock.
Year by year the bond grew stronger,
Year by year I felt She was closer.
The first kiss revived my soul,
The first kiss made me whole,
The second kiss pulled me from the abyss,
The second kiss gave me bliss.

But alas, the dream escaped into the day,
to fly to an open sky far away,
but the wings were shaped from wax,
and like Icarus the dream fell to it's death.

Those nights that I once saw quiver,
are now gone and lost forever,
And every night I feel it creep,
another dream that always poisons Sleep,
and every night I am awake,
accompanied by my mistake.

I gaze where the earth and oceans meet
to see a veil of clouds on the oceans weep,
for though She loves and is loved by me,
Destiny will never allow us to be free.
Each night I now pray for Death,
to come forth and respect the pact.
for although his brother is dead,
he may allow me some respect,
and let me earn my final rest.

And as the waves on the oceans roar,
my request, Death always chooses to ignore,
and like those who came before us,
like friends who might follow us
I am a flower standing all alone
I am a flower standing on my own.