Oh! so dear are the images, clear
and perfect when I take this one in,
here at the start of it.
But then, the pain
as reality slips around my mind,
like a noose.
And I am hanging...
on every last word of it.
You amaze me...always,
and I am forever in your debt,
as you are forever of my soul.
Take, then, my hand,
my heart, and we will write...
the distance doesn't matter here,
for halves are made whole
when minds are in sync.
And your words and my own
shall be our final epitaph.
Ahh, even now I can feel
the surly bonds releasing me...
and are you yet there,
my shining diamond?
Sleep of a thousand lost souls
awaits us there, at the end.
I welcome the thought,
the death of a forever painful existence.
