A Failure In Goodbyes

What if you'd believe, that I am a dreamer, for all of my dreams be ashes and dirt?

What price should be put, on all of my honesty, in the world where money is god?

Is there room left for the innocent, the naive, the unassuming, to carve one's own life?

Or should they just now carve, their name on their stones, so cold and so gleaming?

Alas it shook much scare to the core, to see that this coil be mortally living

When all that he's made of are mere sweet distractions, a fraction of what's his

When life met him so boldly, and smiles greeted him so densely, for all and each sunrise

A mellow sighing for the purest of white, like the clouds for the sun, a noon for all seasons

Now there's none but the dead, though life clings to him still

Already in backwards, this once so brazen a life in searching

For the gilded jewel a ruby of fire, a sapphire of gleams

And an emerald of soiree, for a solitude so jubilant!

So now he's so one but the screens of his scribbler

Together in brief for another night's out, or another frail clout

For here are the dead time for a future foreclosing, in deeds of no flesh or the red from his tears

For another late stopping, this time he's not dear, as to what might not been, should today be tomorrow...

And so this wailing of inwards be no ears would so picked up, for the clandestine his fate in nobody's knowing

And so this dusk hailing, arriving in dust, would now be his mark, for the world he so loathed yet leaving he's so lost

And too little would he be, in the hands of Almighty, for the dripping of dim candles, his dreams the living tethers, be they holding him place

In deep and in agony, so low but so long, like damnations a-calling, to him this would do, for a failure in goodbyes...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013