And it strikes again, the sizzling lightning of Fate divine,
The same turmoil as when first tasted the hemlock wine.
Nothing new. And yet it numbs; the cruel dart of Time,
My hands clutch my heart sadly and my lips mime; awry,
Each day brings with it a balm; soothing and aching, at once,
Each day I see Fear trembling in the innermost recess of mind,
Each day the purple stains the white sky
Yet each day I live with some rainbow lurking behind.
Is it the negation of presence or the presence of the absent?
Is it the hint of reunion alienated forever?
Is it pathos, the struggle to be sane and breathing?
Is it beyond the calculated emotions of the clever?
O God! Let it stop forever, this wringing of the mind.
Let it be at peace with peace divine.
Let it float on the winds of Time.
But above all let it be one with me and shine.
Let it coagulate my volatile breaths to crystallize
Let me live to experience Life!