3.4.09

He is my relationship - with every man!

When he was alive, he was an idea,
With his death, he became flesh,

I don't know how, but I love him more,
in death than ever in life!

I go over and over,
the life of him and I,

and all I find are dashes,
of something like love,

In death though, our life,
is all love coloured bright,

in life play sad violins,
in death glad accordian,

so, today i send this,
into a void,

with a prayer for reversal,
for love in death and life ...

Dear void,
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1 comment:

solitary reaper said...

silence in death is much sweeter than the silence in reality ,mm?? amazin piece maaaaaa...
ch'mma.