There is no freezing eternity
Not time, not my picture, not video
Nothing can capture who I was
Though I bid you farewell
In a thousand soft loving poems
Thine, in my heart, lived
Where the soul dwelled
That soul that brought dreams alive
Not of my own volition
But for my love of you
That is the weather-beaten
Secret of the human heart
That the sun beams a thousand times
On our years of mirth and toil
To labour was simply another
Way of exercising love
For the world and those dearly possessed
For a few weeks, a few key interactions
That shall this be true, that
All good things come to an end
Should now love more, that once was lesse
All Elegies to their doom must last
In the rest of the moment’s embrace
That is where I left my soul
That is where I left my body
That is the favourite moment
Of such an ordinary heart
The purgatory where my life-force
Rushesth violently in melodious promising retorne.
Photo Courtesy:
Wuji Seshat 