The Wake Of Illusory Love II

You let go …
And that’s how I know,
Because somewhere I read …
If you really love then it should be so.

Every night I’ll read from the memento,
So I get to keep you that way.
The void will be no more,
For I’ll fill it with all that there is to know.

Somewhere I heard that: when you end something – love is.
So with the death of us,
We can go beyond, that within the grip of our waking life.
That which probes the depths of eternity, that which is real – that which isn’t.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2012

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