Wake Me Gently
Please wake me gently before you leave,
As I can no longer stand to sleep alone.
Besides, it’s these midnight visions that have deceived
By blending savage words with a gentler tones.
Now the rubble of all our efforts lie in vain
In a crumpled pile from the relentless strain,
Recording of every fault line we ever sustained;
As I am no longer yours, and so shall remain.
We are far to brittle and much too frail;
When even our best intentions have all gone stale,
And now hold our hands down separate trails
In a twilight sorrow when the shadows wail.
Who, by our fire’s flames shall thus surmise
That these were dying embers from an ancient time;
Or the last dimming light from a star’s demise.
And this shall tell our tale? This through such simple say?
Reduced to some dwindling haze from a fractured beam
That serves only to mantle what we lost along the way
And then abruptly end this borrowed dream?
This? Please wake me before you leave.