She was a lofty spirit,
She discharged a sublime aura.
This discourse was unexpected.
Change was destined for her.
I want to smile again.
The moment she’d laugh and feel it.
I can’t, I’ve been encompassed by evil shroud.
The hour she slept and wasn’t plagued.
The seeds of yesterday, I tread all over now.
The joys of all others aren’t reality.
I don’t care about their frailty.
I’m one with the meek and dance with my past.
In my mind’s eye, where there’s music in silence.
That’s when I’m one with liberty.
Dance with me, feel yesterday with a vengeance.
Take this moment, dismiss it and pray.
Discard the present and create the imaginary,
Listen to what the mantra has to say.
I feel the grief due to the lost self,
The tears scream to be let forth but don’t get the chance.
Stifled, silenced by the comforting romance.
Master the routine of the bittersweet dance.
c o p y r i g h t © 1999 Wolverina
