Into Eternity

Into Eternity
By Mark Spencer

I don't care about the flowers
You purchased for your wife.
I don't care about your break-up,
Or your goals in this life.

I wish you all the happiness
That happiness can give.
But I don't need to read about
How you desire to live.

Your definition of the sea,
A flower, or a flame,
While I am sure they're beautiful,
Our views are not the same.

I want to read of thoughts profound,
Of grand philosophy.
A flower doesn't feed my soul,
I need more depth, you see.

Your pain is yours, and yours alone,
And though I sympathize,
If I can't feel your beating heart
I cannot empathize.

I won't pretend to understand
The way you see a tree.
I'd have to look out of your eyes
To see your poetry.

For I don't "see" the way you do,
Nobody can my friend.
Contrary words are just a lie,
This logic will not bend.

We are alone in how we think,
In how we see, and feel.
Pretending that we feel the same
Won't make those feeling real.

Your thoughts are trapped behind YOUR eyes,
Not mine, nor another's.
We can't connect within the minds
Of our mortal brothers.

Within our thoughts we are alone,
A solitary state.
No one can share our universe,
Nor understand our fate.

And though we search our whole lives through,
For something out of reach.
Our individuality
Is something we can't breach.

How can I ever understand
Your happiness or pain?
How can we see a tree the same,
Or think with the same brain?

So I will look beyond the world,
The flower, and the tree,
And cast my gaze above the stars,
Into eternity.

Where individuality,
No longer makes us blind.
Where I can see out of your eyes,
And also share your mind.

For only then will we be free
And our solitude breached.
That's where the pain will fall away,
And happiness is reached.

Until that day please don't expect,
That I'd ever presume,
To see what you see in the stars,
Or in a flower's bloom.

We view the world in different ways,
So too, our poetry.
The universe before your eyes,
Is not the one I see.

But that won't always be the case,
It's only while we're here.
For flowers wilt, and seas dry up,
And trees just disappear.

But water simply turns to steam,
The tree builds a tower,
A moth becomes a butterfly,
That helps feed the flower.

All things are in a state of flux,
And nothing disappears,
The beauty that you think you see,
Is not what it appears.

And one day, everything will change,
Transforming in a flash,
The body may just turn to dust,
But you'll rise from the ash.

And on that day we'll sail away,
Upon the cosmic sea.
To share a journey of the soul,
Into eternity.