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Eternity

Some call it fleeting,
Even with forever in its wake,
Others say its misleading,
That in the end one heart shall break,
I call it enduring,
Hearts through an endless time,
Like the sun spurring eastward,
The night sky must acquiesce and resign,
They back away in reverence,
Before such a beautiful display,
For if the dawn gained not deference,
Our eyes would never see another day,
So too will time defer,
To our love, nothing more beautiful can exist,
And so will it forever endure,
Long after our last kiss,
In rivers and streams we will race,
And fly on summer breeze,
Find the stars in their resting place,
And fall with autumn leaves,
Ages will be moments,
When no words need be said,
Forever is already behind us,
And eternity lay ahead.

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Epitaph

The epitaph has been read,
For the man with no grave,
With eternity as his bed.

The very love he gave,
Turned out to be his snare,
To destiny he was a slave.

Yet the signs were there,
Turn back or be lost,
Still he did not despair.

He said there could be no cost,
That he was unwilling to pay,
No path would be left uncrossed.

He went with a smile they say,
Leaving an emptier man behind,
As with his love he passed away.

What answers will he find,
The better part of me that’s gone,
Yet, his cause worthy, he died happily in his mind,
And what more can one ask, in a world where everything seems so wrong.

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Death

Death,
it is I who calls your name,
I call it openly with no fear,
and I would bear no shame, 
should these words reach your ear,
Coward, I say I tire,
of you praying on the weak,
here is the life you desire,
here is the soul that you seek,
I am here.

Death,
if we are destined to meet,
then come, I await your call,
so this shall be the face that you greet,
and in glory may I fall,
not an old man in his bed,
in some far away December,
for long after I am dead, 
this is the man history shall remember,
I am here.

Death,
for once be kind,
and into the darkness take me,
before age steals my mind,
before time or disease may break me,
In the fear of my foes,
in the hearts of comrades left behind,
in the whispers spoke throughout the ages,
let that be where my soul resides,
Now come.

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Weary

Sorrow, my sorrow, you leave me without despair,
A sadness so deep, I’ve no room to spare,
Waking, so slowly, her lips left my own,
Only to leave me wanting, and once again alone,

Darkness, come back, give empty arms something to hold,
Even if you only offer, bitterness and cold,
It can do no harm, for I’ve not long my friend,
My sadness nearly over, my time near it’s end.

Forever, so close, like the sun upon my face,
Carrying me to my beloved,  it matters not the place,
For as long as we’re together, her arms in mine,
Paradise would be with me, and eternity would be divine.

Oh darkness, lift this sadness I keep,
Rest for the weary, let me sleep that eternal sleep.

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The Wait

It is the fading moonlight,
that holds me from dismay,
for surely her eyes befall the same sight,
my love who went away,
Would that our lips could meet again,
to find you in my arms once more,
and perhaps the moon hears my thoughts,
as my eyes drift constantly to the unlocked door,
For the moon also waits,
just as I do now,
when the first rays of sunrise kiss its face,
it steps back with a gracious bow,
but the moon is always shining,
even if its not for these eyes to behold,
just as my love burns eternally for you,
so too does the night ever unfold.

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Destiny

There is a city in the clouds,
Hidden behind emerald eyes,
Where my heart sleeps still,
Amidst the peaceful skies,
And the door that I entered, 
I entered with a glance,
And it closed just as quickly,
And I had lost my chance,
To leave those eyes,
Those lips that met my own,
For peace can become a curse,
If you can never call it home,
And though she has left me,
My heart is never free,
Whether I held her one night or one day,
I am hers for an eternity
 
Her voice was but a whisper,
But was still music to these ears,
One sound from those lips,
Can bring a man to tears,
For a whisper becomes symphony,
Like boys become men,
Words break into a thousand pieces,
When played in my heart again,
And when the time comes,
When that music fades away,
I’ll disappear with it,
Just as night becomes day,
For the sun will set on me,
As for another it may rise,
For my time here is done,
When I no longer gaze into her eyes.

What Is time but a guide,
A hand in the night,
Through the darkness at my side,
Though I knew not wrong or right,
Could I alter my direction,
Or was my path always the same,
Offering my will no insurrection,
But at the same time freeing me of blame,
For where there is no choice,
Surely no evil can there be,
Only slaves to our roles without a voice,
Victims of fate and destiny,
Yet since I cannot see,
This illusion I have given a name,
It makes me believe free will does not escape me,
Though I might be convinced my destination is the same,
So do good and evil remain,
Simply because this illusion is my own,
Are they all that keeps me sane,
In this darkness I call home,
Yet that is for each man to decide,
Though he might know what his future will bring,
As time leads him through the night,
In his illusion only he may decide who is king

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Forgiveness

Her heart loves me but her mind hates me,
Forgive me before its too late,
So many promises broken,
My sorrow, it is yours,
And I am sorry,
I ran away,
I would die,
For you,
Love

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Harmony

The keys of the piano,
Hammer in my head,
The melody forthcoming,
Like a story read,
Images and memories,
Tie phrases together,
And the notes become slurred,
Where I can’t remember,
Exactly what was given,
What promises made,
Where our love was forgotten,
Like actors on a stage,
Scenes unfolded before me,
Of happier times,
Tears do not blur the vision,
Of this flawed design,
I may stroke the keys in life,
But the harmony never wavers,
Yet I relive it every night,
The story never changes,
The tears falling from on high,
Let them help me play,
Together we make the story as beautiful as we can,
Until the pain goes away.

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Season

In the spring I was born,
And I can remember all too well,
The breeze which caressed my face,
The way my heart would always swell,
When the birds soared overhead,
As I frolicked by the stream,
When my world was carefree,
A child, and everything was a dream.

In the summer I was a man,
When everything was in it’s prime,
Waiting to be admired,
Yet no one had the time,
So much to be seen,
The flowers in full bloom,
The rolling fields of green,
Everything passes too soon.

In Autumn I reflected,
As golden leaves tumbled overhead,
I finally saw the beauty,
In the things that were dying or dead,
But would so very soon return,
Perhaps more beautiful than before,
So glorious in the trees of summer,
Now even more beautiful upon Autumns floor.

In winter I was so tired,
I finally laid down to rest,
I closed my eyes to the world,
And that was when I saw it best,
The memories that warmed my soul,
Rays of sun in winters icy embrace,
Left me with a slumber so sweet,
And a smile upon my face.