Member Rara Avis
As I cast a red-eyed gaze,
-about this barren home:
A single tear falls from my face,
-to know I'm now alone.
Dim memories, are all I've left;
-to remind my heart of you.
Of love and laughter, joy and song,
-a perfect promise to be true.
Then I think back of days gone by,
-on my face a wistful smile.
Though rough sometimes, I must admit,
-we weathered every trial.
For years and more, we built a love.
-Our life such peaceful bliss.
True love would last forever,
-is what we'd say with each sweet kiss.
But our eternity was never real,
-that fickle fate is so unjust.
So I watched as your life ended,
-and crystal dreams were turned to dust.
So ask me now what truly is,
-ask of things I have to say.
I'll tell you honest from my heart,
-of the lie I live each day.
But please don't ask me how I am,
-because I'll tell you all is well.
When the truth is... I'm uncertain,
-for without you life is hell.
If you wonder why I go on still,
-if you ask me why I try;
I really have no answer love,
-it might be easier just to die.
But an answer swells from in my soul,
-echoes from my beating heart.
If I die now, by my own hand,
-we'll always be apart.
And though you are no longer here,
-on this plane that we call life:
Your spirit's someplace better,
-way above where there's no strife.
It is there I wish to join you,
-that wondrous place where there's no pain.
Then with joy we'll dance forever,
-and will rekindle love's lost flame.
A philosopher is a dead poet and a dying theologian.