O! I weep to drink of that Lethean stream,
And forget this dreadful, unwanted dream.
In my eyes, life hath passed wearily by
And will pass again, the day I die.
No Heaven awaits—all our lives recur
And what shall be is all things that were.
O! Life. If you only could end the strife
O! Pain. If only I never drank of your lips again.
The circle returns to once more be complete
So, as though for the first time, we shall meet:
Life, Pain, and you and I
From one birth to the next time that we die.
Is there rest from the consuming wave?
Is there no silence and no grave?
What continues when we this turmoil pass?
I fear another life like this, alas!
A life where once again I must lose you,
But in every life, I swear to choose you.
Death…an illusion; life the endless ring.
And what is more eternal than my suffering
If your heart I cannot win in any existence,
If always there must be this coldness and distance?
I think I remember…the life that came
In the rose-blush of the eternal flame
I think I recall what will happen next time.
Perhaps next time, you will be mine.
© 2021 Marten Hoyle