Carrying My Ashes to the Mountain (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} benkilpatrick) wrote,@ 2008-11-29 16:21:00 |
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In memory of Rusty, who died too young
As I write,
the woprds are somehow fugitive,
and are gone too soon
And yet-
I cannot deny the deep, deep depths
of sorrow
turning in a place left empty
by your sudden departure
And yet-
all things are like this.
Coming or going,
together or apart,
many or solitary,
nothing that is born can last.
And yet-
the deep, deep depths of sorrow sing out
and I cannot deny this utter aloneness
pried away by the cold hands,
while I could do nought but watch
helplessly
And I sing out my sorrow for you.
And yet-
Every nerve sings!
With pain or with joy,
Every nerve sings
With sorrow or with gladness
Every nerve sings!
With life or with death,
Every nerve sings!
One, unique, individual, eternal.
Goodbye, Rusty. I love you. Fare well in the future world.
As I write,
the woprds are somehow fugitive,
and are gone too soon
And yet-
I cannot deny the deep, deep depths
of sorrow
turning in a place left empty
by your sudden departure
And yet-
all things are like this.
Coming or going,
together or apart,
many or solitary,
nothing that is born can last.
And yet-
the deep, deep depths of sorrow sing out
and I cannot deny this utter aloneness
pried away by the cold hands,
while I could do nought but watch
helplessly
And I sing out my sorrow for you.
And yet-
Every nerve sings!
With pain or with joy,
Every nerve sings
With sorrow or with gladness
Every nerve sings!
With life or with death,
Every nerve sings!
One, unique, individual, eternal.
Goodbye, Rusty. I love you. Fare well in the future world.
