“Symphony of Sins” When We Meet Again

When Time grows old and faces fade Between th’eternal sombre glade; When mothers live beyond their spawn For whom they cared, and now they mourn.

When beetles burrow beneath flesh To feast on memories, bleak and fresh; When lovers languish failed attempts At gaining trust, igniting sense.

When furnished shrubs and trees grow limbs And Vulcan’s forging fire dims –When paintings melt upon the wall; Fluid imaginations fall.

When supernovae spread their soot On every path, below each foot, When walkways weave a winding tale Of warning, but to no avail.

When every tune and melody Sing together a symphony Beelzebub will gayly glow, Praising us – for we made it so.

There will come a day When you persist, and I have departed. O how I wish I could keep trailing on in your shadow, Or be there to see your reaction. But I’d probably be disappointed; my hopes are too high For a magnificent exit. It won’t be mine.

Loneliness is a sublime concept –Both blissfully rewarding and brutally degrading. And though I recall my darkest moments of solitude, I am content in my decisions, Even now, as this bitter night gnaws at my hands, Desperately trying to stop me.

I see now why so many of us have fallen Not by others’ hands, but our own. Stability is a falsehood – it takes but a feather To topple the decades-tall tower. One moment of realisation can last An eternity in the right heart.

I shall watch my breath float away into the evening a few moments more, Stare blankly at the frosted moon and its companions, Lost in the past:

Contemplating what remains –Not much, bar the possibility I may accompany you once again someday.

With a blank mind.