Reflections on A Lost Love
If life could be like the old lyre's chord
That I might stroke those strings and play it once more
I wish to strum out the old song of loving you like before
I'd softly brush the tears off of your face,
But I haven't a way to banish your hardships and pain.
My eyes can see no clear memory;
They're all strung together-
Glass beads-
Blown back by the wind,
Like the sun, setting when it is most beautiful.
And here I am hunting that disappeared impression,
Chasing a memory, searching for a déjà vu,
But in the face of life, what do I owe?
What can I return to you?
Leaving you, I cross the threshold into illusion
Reality becomes just a visionary sea
And I think, that in all of this, there's that time
that still counts as beautiful at least to me.
Don't want to have you see me now,
Swimming through cold days, drowning in my own weakness
As I hunt some vanished dream...
And always there comes the waking at each dawn-
Something I have never known
I'll just leave you all the happiness and take the sorrow with me alone...
Now if life could be returned to you, along with your smile,
I'll...be fulfilled...
For a while.
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Not very Spike-ish, I know. Now please leave a review, thanks.