joker_lover

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked an strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? -Samuel Taylor Coleridge In memory of those who died We weep and walk away. Tears run into swollen streams. No trace of us remains. Even those who grieve are gone, And those that grieve who grieve, And those whose lives are ravaged by A frantic urge to be, And those who wander silently Among the empty rooms: Immortality is theirs, Though they must vanish, too. We bear astonished witness to The passage of the soul. No bridge exists that can connect Our passion to the whole Shunning the sun Waiting for night to prosper Blossom opening Velvet darkness descending Upon dark petals Thorns turning outward Ready to draw The wine of life From those who Would harm it.