"Living the Death"
lying in my resting place
warmth of her smile on my chest
longed to be lonely
but have been lonely way to long
the placement of her person
is perfections good grace
my soul feels connected
as light feels the dark space
trial and error
my science is her being
her variable is my constant
and vice versus is what she's seeing
treatment of the heart
my transplant
my final last start
the glow of her skin
the touch of her finger tips
to the flow of her beautiful hair
made to love made to sin
rain is falling
lighting bolting
her smooth caress puts fear in my scare
to were being afraid is loving her
and no longer the problem
they lower the box
and the weeping grieves
as the trees sway with sorrow
in cold warm breeze
her tears are like life
with the salt of earth
roses she drops
to reflect my rebirth
consoling seems pointless
we new are love
my body floats to the new world rise
whispers of her voice
follow me there with wonderful supervise
though they are mixed
with happy words and sadful cries
how comforting it was
as i lay to rest my life, the lies
the added support did much
for the passing
with death comes life
with hate comes love
we will be together again
in the dark blue above