Beloved
Please tell me, my beloved,
what's it like to fly away from your sins
as when it all seemed hopeless,
alas, you have saved yourself from the pain
the pain, you held deeply into yourself.
But nevertheless, the pain spread
spread into our souls, containing
anyone involved somehow.
Sometimes it is far too great to bear
the pain of loving someone
what's only left to these souls
is only to cling to what they had.
It hurts even more.
The fact we did not know you suffer
or the fact we know but could not help
no matter what
the burden carries itself within us.
Still, you are not one to blame.
I'd never think you have intended to let this happen.
It just did.
As a reward to all your struggles,
you are rewarded to fly.
Fly to your own heaven
amongst those pearl clouds,
over the sins you could not forgive
yourself for.
I do understand now,
you have became a free spirit
released itself from the cage of angst and anxiety.
I wonder if you know what has happened of your friends.
Look, even some are crying over your stone.
You come near them, and wipe their tears
of their face.
They feel, but cannot see.
Cannot see, that you are still here.
Here, paying a visit.
A visit, without them knowing.
You set off once again
towards the light
You probably wonder if you have deserved this eternity.
A lot of questions raise:
Who would I be next?
Would I know what to do?
What if…
Do not be afraid.
You came, saw
and lived.
You know of your sins, do not doubt.
Your next steps toward life
maybe unknown.
They frighten you.
I do not know what will happen of you.
I do not know which way are you heading to.
But I do now one thing:
You are at peace.
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