though days and miles and experience
divide the once-united,
soon death will see the end of this...
for death is truly dead.
although here-after often calls,
my living room still has no walls.
in frantic hope i twice have dreamt.
lucidly, i speak in rhyme,
and bid my heart hope not at all,
for fear of cheating time.
it's not forgetfulness that heals,
but selfishness in me yet kneels.
of all the hopes i have for you:
if heaven is the brightest,
then life is just a fading mist...
then life is just a test.
but i believe in Life before
the coming here-after's open door.
your ghostly form now passes to me.
i swear on my life, it will not return.
let fade the mist of harsh memory:
the moon and the stars, and lessons i've learned.
