Meditation #20 -- a number to the sky
The day you came, no troll could desecrate
The time we had, the light, the long aliveness
The end, when my despair and weakness sealed our fate
They say you had no soul to go to Heaven
You are perhaps a number to the sky
They say God tracks the fall of every sparrow
Yet even he ignored you at your last goodbye
But I've no need for God when you existed
A better dream aglow with my design
No beasts, no broken promises, no poison
Your mind and sight were always clear, for they were mine
No grave, no marker bears your name in this world
You are perhaps unknown but to the sky
But though you had no soul as men define it
Still in my dreams and memory you'll never die
Some say each gets the Heaven that he chooses
A Paradise designed for him alone
When I step into mine, you will be with me
And if you need a soul, then I'll give you my own
[For previous "meditation" posts, click here.]
posted by Infidel753 at 12:09 AM
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