Presence, Past, Present, Path, Pain,
Discovery, Destiny, Direction, Desolate,
Agape, Amore, Amour, Amor, Ahava,
Extraordinary, Enchanted, Empathy, Eternality, Existence,
Silence, Stillness, Solitary, Senseless, Soundless,
Fearful, Fight, Fathom, Forgo, and Forget...
Perhaps Forget is best cure...How? How does one acquire it?
Does a wounded heart ever heal, or at least convalesce?
Can pieces be mended?
Knit back into whole...
Somehow I think not...Pieces are scattered...
lost...
In places and in times...Forever
Never should one try to trace them,
For it will only make your heart pain more...
I know...
When your heart twinge...
One becomes breathless, it s almost too painful to breath in new life..
Existence is a bare reality...
No longer can you see clear, feel nothing, desire none...
Perhaps one should never let go your heart...
Cling to your agape, amore, amour, amor, ahava with your might
Guild it...Keep it secure...
Close it if you have to...
And that is all I can share tonight...
I hope the Angels will lift me up this night,
Take me up high and keep me afar...
I am almost there...Perhaps when I close my eyes...
My wish will come true and swift...
Fleet...Run...Lope to the resting place...
Until the Sun rise again and...
Come thy Angel...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem