Dream Of Oblivion Poem by Uriah Hamilton

The world is locked in deep sadness
like a killer whale in an aquarium;
and I know you're struggling, too,
with loneliness and survival.

If I was a prince of means
and ancient lineage,
I would make you my bride,
I'd learn to make you smile,
I'd keep you by my side.

I fear the rain of perpetual storms
and the gale winds of ceaseless change
will tear us away from each other
like a babe from his mother's breast.

I begin to weep in the candlelight
of dusk's arrival
when the miles are myriad and as expansive
as a chasm on the moon between you and I.

Every song has fallen silent for me
and there's no one I want to speak with;
your absence makes me dream of oblivion.