This was inspired by the Alan Parson's musical version of The Raven, by Poe. |
I sat there beside the fire that night contemplating life, the grave and beyond lost in sorrow to painful to give words to there came a furtive sound, a gentle sigh a sigh of longing, loss and hurt a low, soft sound that I could not ignore a cold breath flowed past my cheek I remembered then a young woman fair of hair and with bright eyes who had brought to me happiness and a measure of ease from a life of pain now she has gone from this ugly world I hope to have found a more just one beyond on the other side of the grave I heard that sigh, soft and gentle as if to say: You have not lost my love, nor have I for we had the world and love for a time and that is all I ever wanted and while for me life has fled and my pain ended Yours is to continue a while longer and in the sad sigh was all the sorrow my heart could bear and all the release it could ever have wished for though I knew it not at the time the final gift of my dead love to me was this: The gift of my own life and the will to live it that night I slept troubled not by memories and the next day the sun would rise again as always and life will begin anew, my love will never die but my life continues on today and my heart healed slowly, as impossible as it once seemed, with time and as with all things love returned to my home and life and the love lost to me, smiled and bid me farewell till we should meet again in that place beyond life, beyond the grave. |