"Everything that has a beginning has an end" .... stolen lines; strong lines! Something i have been trying to figure out for quite some time. Unless it disappears, it cannot be loved! Unless it is gone, it cannot be remembered! I do not think of the sun everyday.. That which is forever cannot love or be loved; it becomes unattached, immiscible and of too much use! There is no beauty in the daily.. it is the fleeting moments of life which i want to catch.. trap them in a box to be re-opened and unleashed once all is said and done.. because that is true freedom! To be able to look back and say.. Whoa! That was fun!
In death there is beauty
And hope is the pillar of all misery
The end is just a manifestation
Of a life long gestation!
In death there is light
Glowing embers of fire bright
The radiance of a dying star
The halo from afar!
In death there is immortality
The end in all totality
A moment to finally claim
All for which i am to blame!
In death there is freedom
The light of a setting sun
Final attempt of a God
Directing a lost son!
In death there is peace
All acts now cease
Time to look back relish
All i could accomplish!
Two cookies for sparing time...
Two cookies for sparing time...
