The Sweetest Sorrow
Tomorrow begets tomorrow begets tomorrow
Until the deadbolt day of sweetest sorrow
When discordant bells chime frost on spiral stairs
And time forecloses on it's borrowed wares.
The days beget the days beget the days
Until the dead loss parting of the ways,
As foreseen, yet somehow blind, the jagged close
Guillotines the petals of the golden rose.
The last begets the last begets the last
Until the dead end spell is made and cast
And hearts are silenced, beats reduced to stone,
Consigned to ocean depths to lie alone.
The end begets the end begets the end
Until the deadlock leaving of a friend
On whom the greatest love must now bestow
The sweetest sorrow man will ever know.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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