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.
Now I must be buried, ere my time is past. And shall love ye, though I breathe my last. And will you offer but a prayer For a grave that’s half so fair? Will you bring but a thorn; denying the bloom, As never would I deny such perfume? Deny me those charms as you leave, It is for such things that I shall grieve.
I longed to see you in your own eyes So lost was I in those auburn dyes And the rivers ceased to flow Time stood so still or seemed to slow When I looked into you as I died With the thorn you brought...
What I'm saying about you isn't hard for others to understand. You were my mother and until March of 2013, I was a lucky man. But you died on March the 6th of 2013 and I ran out of luck. When I had to say goodbye, it felt like lightning had struck.
You and I spent our Christmases together for over forty years. But we'd never share another Christmas and losing you drove me to tears. You were so special that they probably threw a party when you arrived at the Pearly Gates. I know that The Lord is happy to have you in Heaven but your death is something...
I know you are bored with hearing about the feelings that flow through my heart. They always end up on my sleeve anyway. Exposed and replaced by forgetfulness, spent in the moment then passed by again.
Seldom does my soul breathe deeply enough to know-knowing how to understand life. Knowing when to relax to reach my other sleeve-to touch the emotions of my thoughts and feel the need.
I will have to accept that death will eventually swallow me up. I fear it, yet, will face it just the same. I'll sneak out the back door and leave it open for you. Come with me, we'll...
In Kashagan The silk road begins I bought An apricot From a woman wearing A red shawl Over her black hair. A yellow dress She was stunning. Kashagan Has the biggest Outdoor market In the world Europe is puny And far away. A new silk road Is being Constructed Pipelines and trains Expanding trade. that is ok as long as they sell apricots
The end begins again Between the pause Of musical notes That drop from the air An orchestra’s pain Too heavy to hold By the violin strings We held hands to Until we could not You are gone And became a prayer That starts and ends day Wishing eternal rest But in the end Tomorrow begins again