Why Reach for What Does Not Exist?
Why should I lament my son
Who lived in flesh by death undone?
No one would grieve for wind and dust
That in the body placed its trust
Nor for phantasm memory
A fond and dim sterility
That spills away like morning mist
I rolled inside the foolish fist
Who lived in flesh by death undone?
No one would grieve for wind and dust
That in the body placed its trust
Nor for phantasm memory
A fond and dim sterility
That spills away like morning mist
I rolled inside the foolish fist
But for a face behind a wall
So impassive, strong and tall
That no one climbs to look across,
Where love can live and yet be lost;
That they do live beyond that fence
No one can prove and yet can sense,
And this is what we grieve for most,
Invisible, but not a ghost
So impassive, strong and tall
That no one climbs to look across,
Where love can live and yet be lost;
That they do live beyond that fence
No one can prove and yet can sense,
And this is what we grieve for most,
Invisible, but not a ghost
As if they had been sent away
Elsewhere, somewhere beyond decay,
A place, unreachable behind
The parapet of flesh and mind;
I do lament and miss and grieve
And pray for meeting, not reprieve
And would not yearn for morning mist
Nor reach for what does not exist
Elsewhere, somewhere beyond decay,
A place, unreachable behind
The parapet of flesh and mind;
I do lament and miss and grieve
And pray for meeting, not reprieve
And would not yearn for morning mist
Nor reach for what does not exist
Pavel
May 28, 2011
