on death

[midnightSol.]

You were more, once,
in a life not of my own.
Not anymore.
You were more, once,
but all thats left is an echo
a voice
soothing and searing with significance
a voice in my head
resounding through time
once in
now out
of time
of time -
Time is an echo that speaks it peace
with fury and rage
like an idiot
signifying nothing
But you meant more to me than time and its eternal, etheral notions, its splendid glorious nothing
Glory, glory for time is always with us
But you aren't.
Echoes fade, people fade.
You faded
and
I too fade like echos and my memories of you
are just memories echoing in time,
a voice that i carry,
a voice that carries me
til' i too become an echo to sound my hell and fury like an idiot
raging raging raging
the blood i bleed today
the blood that leaves
vomiting time-
the moments between silence and sound.
Caress me and re-dress my wounds
But don't mute me with therapudic time.
I'll go on and burn
I'll dance dance dance
and move with the blood of the day
and sleep with the death of the night.
Let me speak my peace then fade like an echo
echo
sound hell fury fire
then fade like flames
and fall deep into night.
I'll remember what you've said,
To me, You are to me an echo -
Carry me this time.


In memory of ....