by H. Williams on Sunday, February 19, 2012 at 9:43am
Epistle I
A life is but a memory
stored in human minds
Without it we have nothing
and with it you will find,
That places and people
will never fade away
Whether derelict or deceased
Our minds will choose what stays
Reliving all these moments
From childhood to old age
Can we truly put to bed
nostalgia for the dead?
Can we live a life
of constant change
Without remembering
what came before?
Those happy moments
in our life,
or just forget the past,
and pretend forever more:
That it never did exist
This dream I just woke up from
Accept my exile as a constant truth,
From my country and from my home.
From the moments
that came before,
Where I could smile and feel at ease,
know the love of another soul
I wish again for sleep,
so as to dream...
Epistle II
And so the dreamer
re-lives these worlds
As balloons
that float high into the air
To kiss the stars
above the clouds
Explore these worlds
far above the now.
Looking down
to his fragile world below
He finds the strength
to look towards his soul
To not fall into deep despair
For what is gone.
But be grateful
For what he has got.
Love above all else
the essence of his soul.
As the world keeps turning
and the seasons change and thaw.
Bringing with it a new hope
That the future will come forth.
In a blaze of glory
Like never seen before.
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