Even the dead deserve love
From those who held them dear
We bless the day they were born
And celebrate lives, well lived
Though it seems, what we do
Matters not to them anymore
The eyes that saw the departed
The ears that heard them sing
Corporal body, the visible link
Rot in lonely silent graves
Yet connected, soul to soul
It is hard not to matter anymore
Once a beloved queen of the sea
I recall the irresistible current
Flowing forth, drawing me to you
Longing to see your searching eyes
With you around me most of the time
These things mattered, but not anymore
A sudden fever, a headache at night
My body trembling for missing you
Realizing you would not come as assured
Made me feel little and unwanted
You come when I am no longer free
I can say this, it does not matter anymore
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the departed is forgotten in a distant memory
and all they held dear, gone with them
while we sit here, in a limbo of some sort
pondering on fate and what lies beyond
beyond the threshold we only imagine
the glories of paradise and torments of hell
while we struggle on the realities of today
erasing or writing on the sand of our time
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