Forgotten At last the new song arrived, & we, we who had so long suffered to gaze on the face of Moneta, forgot its old song as an after-image like sugar dissolving into coffee. At last the new song arrived, & we, we who were steeped in swamps of dejection forgot our old song, our old song of vague hope, of prophecy of the new song to come. At last the new song arrived, & we, we who had been bound & born to outrageous fate were freed to joy to the promise of a daybreak we had always awaited. At last the new song arrived, & we, we who were now free in spirit, we tasted the paradisiacal wines which ran in brooks in the forests at the twilight. At last the new song arrived, & we, we who had begun to weary of our days by the garden began to weary of our new pleasures began to forget our gamboling began to long for something else. At last the new song arrived, & we, we who had longed for it for so long forgot it, returned to our old ways, with less despair, with less hope, with the lingerings of the old days, glimpsing the face of Moneta.
Ramez Qureshi
If you've any comments on this poem, Ramez Qureshi would be pleased to hear from you.