He is dead, my beautiful, strong man!
He is dead, my beautiful, strong man!
Throughout your whole life long
Your songs, your thoughts, your doings, each divide
This perfect beauty; waves within a tide,
Or single notes amid a glorious throng.
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs.
Far
Within I kneel before you, speechless yet,
And life ablaze with beauty, I am dumb.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories