Where is forever love
lost before the day,
held before the night
should the spirit
of love bleed within
I long to understand
the rhythm, the beat
as my blood flows
wise to your call,
I do not relish
the thoughts nor
bare loves scar
for with
every day that passes
is a night without the dawn,
a day without the night
though I
lack the ability to fight
I know not
There is a force drawing me
as that of the tree of life
a power that heals
without ones touch
How is one to die daily
and yet have life?
My thought are passive
like a flame
my heart indifferent, unafraid
Stronger is the blood
running through my veins
growing more enlightened
day to day
With only a image of blue,
how long
is there to truly live
to watch as time passes by
for so long
I hope
as I live to die
