Unsung Melodies
I stand at the edge
Of a hill,
And watch the ones
I left behind,
Remember me for what
I became,
And the person,
That I always was.
I am a watching spirit,
No longer here,
But flying through,
The realms
Of aspiring hopes,
That lie with touching,
The vanishing clouds
Of the external universe,
That captures me
In the depths of its space.
But for a moment
I return to glimpse
The realms of realities,
And come to say,
Good-bye,
At my own farewell.
Don't cry, don't weep,
I whisper to unhearing
Ears,
As they make tissues
Their new best friends.
They remember,
All the memories,
The magic created,
In my lifetime,
By the wave of the wand,
That was my existence.
That was my gift,
That I left
Unto you.
And you unto me;
The one who now
Sleeps in the vessels
Of peace.
But wait?
I see carriers,
Who shelter remorse,
Of unseated uproars
Convictions, lament.
They never can fix
All that, together
We broke.
In the carriage of anger.
And now..
We no longer
Have time
To glue together
The pieces we?
Missed.
I cry now
A spirit unseen,
Who must remain
Silent and never
Let them see,
The encompassing
River,
That laid deep inside.
TOO LATE!
TOO QUICK!
TOO WASTED,
TOO REAL?
And now they
Won?t know
And neither
Will I.
The resolution of our hearts,
That was never revealed.
Good-bye
Farewell,
Remember me,
Another day.
But not with regret,
Of past confrontations
We engaged ourselves in.
Now it is a memory.
Like everything else.
So long,
Farewell.
As I flick off
My wand.
Remember me...
Another day.
Remember me...
This way.