She’ll never realize her importance to me
I’ll never have the courage to right the wrongs
A life will be wasted and a heart will live in delusion
The tired shadows are restrained upright
Posed into semi-factual memory positions
The heart weeps, uncomforted by the display
The wasted life walks along the ocean shore
Unable to believe that nothing lasts forever
While the sand is drawn out into the waves
‘How many years?’, the delusional heart wonders
The wasted life continues in the stoic trance
And together they can no longer separate the now
From the passing moment when everything was alright
Tonight they will share the dream
They’ll drop the rose and time will stop
Lifetimes will pass by unnoticed
Red Petals as fresh and new as the first moment
They’ll fall in love from beginning to beginning
When they awake, the clocks will have spun backwards
The Rose will be sleeping on the stem unclipped
And the world will have passed away in the night
They’ll sleep in the Quiet Place undisturbed
Among the carefully arranged Rose farewells
Everything will be in order
The dream will remain
My sympathies
To you