My Enigmatic Muse, My Soulmate
Dedicated in memory of Sergei Grinkov

What can be done with an enigmatic muse?
Too subtle to embrace your essence internally
Makes me distance myself to write of you,
But that would do you an injustice.
So I must burn in you, tortured and frustrated
As I pen this ode about you, but not really of you.
My heart passionately yearns since
I cannot capture all the fleeting memories and emotions
That are as fleeting and ephemeral as your short life
That you, my muse, conjure in me.
How your charming face and your brilliant smile
Like the sun flashing out behind the rain clouds
Have no compare.
No rest, no respite, to salve my racked brain;
Frail words debase my soul's strong proclamation:
"I loved you, but no depths
Of emotion placed on paper can compare
To what soulmates exchanged in one brief glance of the eye."
All my hopes and dreams are ended in your demise.
All desire prompts me to cry out to release
My fettered chains of burden,
For no bounty of trite, mundane words could express
In a million years the essence of our lives,
My linked forever to yours.


-Zenovia Lockhart
Lockhart.4@nd.edu

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