It is the pain
the memory
when I see it
try it, want it
Like the familiar smell of autumn
darkness falling and death follow
Passing into the darkness ice cold
Then the memories of her follow
Could she
Would she
Cold winter
Every winter
The dying spirit in her whispered confession
the quiet craving for life and the living again
Crashing into a rising sunset flowering water
the cold warmth of summercovered rainbows
But only hate
within in them
Deadly sadness
regret and sorrow
The motherly eyes during the slow phasing
the confused crying smile wondering death
The internal thoughts of her curious sadness
stumbling uphill and murdering thoughtfully
Then her name
all time ever took
Immortal memory
the undying emotion
She really wiped them all away from my mind
pushed them deep into an oblivion inescapable
The quietude she created to be my dreamscape
in the wake of her state of observational beauty
In reality though
nothing more than
whatever we thought
could be thought reality
