love is the remedy - the magic - the poison

Lilly Lime (grafik rietzler)

 How will I feel tomorrow 

when the sun has set, 

no hope, no remorse, 

or will I feel no regret. 

Shall I aspire 

to make up my mind, 

or just believe in the moment 

until I'm left behind ... 

Would you remember the dream 

while you can wake and run, 

or rather remember 

that life will be undone ... ? 

No moment, no thought, 

no fatigue of the brain 

can be left unchanged 

while any wonders remain. 

And would you be blind and deaf 

to remember the shallow, 

while you dream of the ocean 

and sunsets of yellow ... ? 

No remorse, no relief 

to help you make up your mind, 

how can I hope while I breath 

the poison crippling the mind - ? 

Love is, what they called it at first, 

the makers of poison speculating on thirst; 

just as hunger and longing suffocate the brain 

- we will always struggle, and struggle in vain. 

Shall I pray for no End 

of these moments of Hope 

while with the poison at hand 

I know I cannot cope ... 

Love is the remedy, 

the magic, the poison, 

just as it is but one word 

- I cannot escape my prison. -

A remedy for pain 

that will kill at extend, 

how would you feel at the death 

of one you once called friend? 

I will succumb to the poison {at last} 

no matter who will win - wondering aghast how to undo the magic that was woven so long, and with threads to ashes - how could love be wrong? - 

I shall not aspire 

for any love today, 

but while the world is remaining 

I will not kneel or pray. 

Love, be it cursed, 

or blessed, or both, 

I shall speak of it - wondering - 

just as everyone does. 

Thus I may remain deaf, 

crippled, or blind, 

but thus I go on 

until love I find. 

And by whom it is given, 

the tale will tell, 

just as 'I will remember 

everyone who - fell. / ---

10.Mai 2017

copyright Lilly Lime

grafik wr