In Memoriam Poem by Bryan Taplits

Dear heart:
My heart remains full, but my arms now are empty,
Envisioning you is wed to the past.
My soul a lone sentry,
The race now is finished,
The finish-line attained,
But… to it I came last.
No longer the hopes,
The poems that are half-finished.
No longer the dreams-forever apart.
While rare other women may appear much more lovely,
It is you-only you-who owns the key to my heart.
If a wish could be fodder for reality seeking,
If a dream could be mortal life without bounds,
Then my wish would be a clock with no ticking,
And my dream would be a day's embrace with no sound.
But "truth" must be honest, and "justice" not passing,
All days shed to night with obsidian glee.
My hopes once full-mast, but now they are dashing,
My heart-once at liberty- now enjoined, never free.
And those sharp shoals my hopes crashed on
Shall remain everlasting,
For the one who forever shall be always with me.