Thrive
wish none of it is real
not the separation
nor the sickness
wish it is all a mistake
an error of timing
a lapse of mind
wish none of it is real
not the separation
nor the sickness
wish it is all a mistake
an error of timing
a lapse of mind
The words floated
On a bed left undone
With sheets ruffled
Long ago
In a time
When our love
Was our manna.
She looked up to the mountains
To where her savior might come
One riding upon the mist of eve
Gliding over a mantle of green
She never saw the figure longed for
Nor did her dreams come true
So she turned her gaze upon
The mystery hidden in her bosom
Stable,
like the promise of rain,
And the promise of sun
After it.
What is it do I want to say
when your eyes meet mine
wondering why
is it so necessary
to be reminded
that we are mortals?
Just like that
A life disappears
What has been
Is no more
The space lost
To the words
The warmth undone