ScorpioRising
09-20-2014, 09:58 AM
My thoughts turn to you as I approach final sleep.
No Valhalla awaits, Elysium Fields now withered.
Life it seems begins at a crawl, the child always
yearning to grow, to be old enough for all things.
It hastens as we learn to walk through life with all its
counted memories of happiness and sorrows.
Upon its final leg it moves at carousel pace, ever more rapid
with the passing of seasons.
The grasp for the fabled brass ring now inconsequential.
Amid this passage if we're fortunate enough we find
that someone who sustains us, their souls crash headlong
into one another.
We touch in mind and heart, we love and consume each other
that we may always linger as part of the other.
As it should be; the last thing I see, your image forever
transfixed upon the event horizon.
No Valhalla awaits, Elysium Fields now withered.
Life it seems begins at a crawl, the child always
yearning to grow, to be old enough for all things.
It hastens as we learn to walk through life with all its
counted memories of happiness and sorrows.
Upon its final leg it moves at carousel pace, ever more rapid
with the passing of seasons.
The grasp for the fabled brass ring now inconsequential.
Amid this passage if we're fortunate enough we find
that someone who sustains us, their souls crash headlong
into one another.
We touch in mind and heart, we love and consume each other
that we may always linger as part of the other.
As it should be; the last thing I see, your image forever
transfixed upon the event horizon.