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I Whisper Your NamePoeta Ricardo Saul LaRosa

19 July 2012 Long Island

Soliloquy

Those jealous pathetic gods responsible for the separations of my love; those

responsible for injustice, hurt, torments rendered upon our souls upon this oasis in outer

space; beware ! For my Spirit for my faithful, powerful, unwavering legion of angels

under my command shall find every single one of you; and we shall rip you all apart

nerve by nerve !

My dearest beloved,

No ! No, I shall not reveal your name ! I shall forevermore keep it a secret from this

cruel world; from those, yet, unknown conspiring against our love; no one shall

know your name, my love; life of my life; love of my love; I am sending to you this

letter via the Internet; for giving it to you in person as I wish is out of the realm of

our realities; for them those jealous gods still conspire against us; I know that your

Spirit shall receive this note telepathically before you do; it has been months since we

have last met; since I have last heard your melodious madrigal that celestial girlish

voice of yours; since I have held you in my arms; since I have savored those willing

plump lips of yours, my love ! This apartness this hurt this torment has torn apart at

our very souls our very essence and our very hopes of our reunion of our victorious

triumph; and even though I complained in my last poem about your inaction; today

I shall not admonish neither thee nor me; and I am sorry, my love; if I used rash

words describing you before; for I know not your situation; the details of your

struggling; the finer points of the sufferings upon your soul for our separation; any

wrath needs to be addressed to those jealous pathetic gods responsible for the

separation of our love; those responsible for the injustice, the hurt, the vile torments

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rendered upon our souls upon this oasis in outer space; those responsible for hurting

you: beware ! For my Spirit; for my faithful, powerful, unwavering legion of angels

under my command shall find every single one of you; and we shall rip you all apart

nerve by nerve ! But tonight I do not want to talk about war for there shall be Time

enough for those reckonings another day; tonight in these sacred words I want to

express my love; my happiness; my sorrows; and my concerns this apartness has

caused my soul; O my love; my sweet, sweet love; O how I long to be with you; O

how I long to hear your voice; to hear the laughter of your sweetness; I miss you

more than words can ever express; I wish you in my life again to revive our passions

of days past; and I am scared, my love; for this distance this inferno this abyss this

deep horrible darkness has cast its eerie shadow and its dubious doubts over my

heart; I am weak; I feel weak without you; and tonight as I gaze upon an infinity of

twinkling stars; some of them mine; some of them yours; and others beyond our

grasp or understandings; in the stillness of this night I whisper your name; I call out

your name; hoping; just hoping your Spirit is nearby and hears my voice; and hears

my lamentations; and hears my Spirit crying; calling for your Spirit; and I wish you

happiness; I wish you a timeless peace; I wish you above all else in this universe; I

wish you love; an eternal love and if this love means being without me; being apart

from you; then I respectfully accept this reality; but, I need to know it from you; I

need to hear it from your own lips and from your own heart ! O Heart of mine be

still and listen to her voice; for I know my birthrights; I know my rank, I know my

place in this universe; I know my rights under conquest and under defeat; I

respectfully invoke my absolute divine right of self-preservation; the universal right

to pursue peace and perpetual life without harming others; because tonight my heart

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is dying without your love, my _ _ _ _ _ ! I am tired of this Cosmic War; I am tired of

the bloodshed physically, mentally and spiritually - I am tired of these

masquerades; I am tired of this charade; I am tired of pretending to be something

that I am not; I am tired of pretending that I do not love you; when I do love you; my

sweet, sweet princess ! I love you, fervently, beyond compare beyond this life;

beyond this world ! But tonight my desperations have no limits; I am scared that I

am going to lose you; lose your love; and that my heart in its hopelessness may find

refuge; for better or for worse; in anothers embrace; for Fates dice has been thrown

again towards this poets path bringing with it mysterious beings from other worlds;

bringing him love and happiness or hurt and more loneliness