Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Continuum

Forgive me please, but I must go.
I've lingered long enough.
My will to stay has faded so.
The war has been too tough.
It's not your falt. Don't feel so bad.
It seems a natural thing.
Remember all the fun we've had.
Now Death... Where is thy sting?

The weather's turned.
The seeds are sown.
The crops we've yet to see.
The wick has burned.
The wax is gone.
The flame has been set free.

A swift ascent into the glow
Towards a shining face.
I know this man from long ago,
The one who took my place.

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