Black madonna

to a friend

Stormy weather tears your heart apart
from blazing tempests of compassion
ruining the lives of faithful lovers
leaving them in tatters
in a life of shambles;
but even in the darkest hell
there is no total darkness,
and no one can convince me
of the hopelessness of being damned in Hell,
since even Virgil leading Dante there
found their way out the back door
to ascend with love forever
to the stars and beyond.
Maybe love must perish and be buried
to survive the better
and to prove itself of its true stuff
of only everlasting truth and beauty
that even the most lost and forlorn cases
somehow also have to have a share of.