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Love's Firefly (He Came and Collected)
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In The Long Shadow of Loss God made a mistake
Love's firefly escaped from heaven
Now he wants you back
Lord knows where you've been hiding
Well I knew
And I started singing
About the wonders of you
And so he's come and collected
Some say I barely knew you
When death comes you find
That you know too much
I should have said nothing
My tongue, I would cut it out
If you would return beside me
I could stare at you forever in silence
Our eyes always conversed so well with each other
I suppose, like him,
I'm speaking of wishes
To collect you up
And put you in a jar
I never kept them long, though,
Fireflies, you know
And so I know I could never keep you
Did you leave willingly?
Some say you really wanted to
Such pain came around
And you knew too much
I would have taken all of it
My tree, I would cut it down
If you would return beside me
I would be that giving tree in that story
Truth be told, my leaves have long fallen off and my branches have brittled
I suppose, I live
Like such trees do in winter
Don't collect me up
Just to put me in compost
I don't want to start all over, no,
Fire dies, you know
After that release me to be with her song
Did she sing out with me?
God made a mistake
Light's melody sang on this planet
Then he wanted you back
Lord knows where you've been hidden - hope I'll find you
Did you sing
Or was it me when I started bragging
About the wonders of you
That gave it away
And he came
And he came and collected
Death
The loved die. The livng remember. Old graveyards - no one remembered. Sad. ~S~
Or, perhaps, of old and
Or, perhaps, of those old and forgotten grave yards, all of those who remember are now again as one. In which case, such graveyards represent the death of sadness, rather than the breathing existance of it. Let us celebrate the day there are none left to mourn? Just a thought.
Thank you. I still visit the graveyard. I appreciate your words.