Until We Meet Again If in the morning, I do not rise, not a single tear, should slip from your eyes. It is only my shell, that for now is no more, transcending this world, its what we live for. The emptiness you feel, it doesnt exist, in you I remain, and in every memory Ill persist. I’m not on the wind, the snow, the grain, or the rain, but nor do I suffer, concede, here remain, or feel pain. So at my grave, as they say, do not stand there and weep, because what they got right is that I’m quite far from asleep. From this world, yes, I have moved on and though with you I may not wake there will still arrive a new dawn. A day it will come, when we will soon meet again, maybe as strangers, or lovers, or possibly kin. As we, love does not die, it remains in our souls, throughout this life, the next, it always consoles. With any luck these words, they will accomplish the same, until again we are together, and these lost time we reclaim. ~Manic Marcus Fall 2012
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 10:08:29 +0000