Memento Mori

by reflectionsonthemachine

If I remembered how to write
I’d write you a poem,
A wish upon a memento mori,
To burn the pages of our story.
Where were you
when I lost my glory?

I’d seal our love with tongues of flame
Fed on vapors of a snuffed phoenix.
To rise from death again then die
In eternity’s dream-
My only hope for lifelong sovereignty.

Well, swell’s the bell
And spring’s the flory,
‘Tis my reason’s fledged and hoary.
In this hell we dwell and dwell
Amid bygone knells of yester-yorey.

When we were young
And I was old
Before earth’s great flame had burned us cold,
Before life’s long years
Were bought or sold,
Your face was peace,
And Your body, mine,
To hold again and feel you shine.

When daybreak’s bright joy
Stumbled over me yesterday
And the mourn before,
Where were you?
Though age has passed
The truth has yielded nothing.
I sleep alone at night with your memory,
A wish upon a dying star.