Life is pain and then you die.
Why should I bother to even try?
Days pass by quickly,uncaring.
They do not ask how I am fairing.
It makes no difference, this or that.
It won”t take much to see where I’m at,
In the ocean cold.
Slowly sinking, grasping soul.
Treading water just prolongs,
My end, the bottom, where I belong.
But life is joy before you die!
And joy and love! Still we cry.
Something so fickle and sweet as life
Becomes fermented and stale with time.
One should not wish it to be forever
That it should continue, ending never.
We all end up at the bottom it’s true
Before then I’ll be with you,
Spending the happy hours,
Loving, laughing, avoiding sour
Looks and words that would stain
Our souls if from within they came.
Let the day pass by so quickly!
I’ll not be one who, sickly,
Sits and waits and wastes the time,
What little we have, like a slime,
Trapped on the edge of the ocean, not in it,
Not loving life, but afraid of it.
Life is pain and darkness frightening,
The end comes quickly before the ripening.
In this small time, I’ll make the most
Never fearing the inevitable ghost.
No sorrow in death. It is and it must.
Then we live on, after first turning to dust.
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Because everything you are
Is everything I need.
And everything I am
Is all to keep you happy.
You love me. For me,
That is enough.
Forever shall we,
In heart hold each other,
Until eternally be.
Dedicated to my wife.
As the day is done,
The sunlight doth embrace,
Oh, my beautiful one,
The fairest of this race.
Within your smile bright,
A twilight never dark.
Never a lonely night,
From you I’ll not depart.
Clouds now mark the way,
For the changing of tomorrow,
Such wind and clouds a dark day?
No matter. With you I’ll not sorrow.
Though on the surface grow old
And outwardly you’ll change.
Your beautiful heart never grows cold.
With you I’ll forever remain.
Alas, I am not one so fortunate as to spend my day in rain.
Luxury it would be there to discover any gain.
Oh, but I am one who’s deprived of such many, rainy things,
And must wait for what beyond the dark and cold clouds then bring.
Daily closer to my goal: one to love and one to hold,
I shan’t shiver in the cold, ‘cross this wide, expansive shoal.
The hour then arrives and the water from sky to cease.
From behind the rain: sunlight; your face quickens my heart to beat.
No longer longing for the rain, for the dark, and for the grey,
But to hear the words “I love you” from you to me, every day.
My wish is then granted, every bright or cloudy day,
A home with you I’ve found for my heart and soul to stay.
Falling water running freely from the shoal and to the sea.
The rain kept my hidden desires, my heart open for you to see.
While I miss my dances there, in long, cold, summer rains,
My dance with you is so much more, and here it shall forever remain.
Between the ones she can’t
And the ones she sees,
She sees me.
From across that crowded room,
The look that set spark,
This tinder that was my heart.
And now five years away,
I’m always thankful for the day,
When she agreed to be,
A part of me.
One plus one and one before,
Ten thousand times and times and more,
That she had knocked on his door.
To see him: this a priority, fore-
Most on her mind. What for?
She had seen him many times before.
Not the first times her feet have seen this floor.
Her steps echoed ’round that corridor.
Then of the empty room she implored:
“Return to me that which I adored!”
Then weeping left, and sorrow with her bore,
To the beach and on that sandy shore,
She’ll sleep and wait ’til on the morrow once more,
She’ll ask and of the walls implore,
Sympathy, recompense. Who’ll hear? Deaf stone and the shore?
Where among the rocks and sand she’ll walk forevermore.
The inspiration for this one came from Poe’s “The Raven”. I like to think of it as a role reversal and this is Lenore who has survived.