To Tanner
I've no count of the stars I love,
But the wings of the pretty dove
Resting white on my peaceful breast
Serve for now as a precious crest
For the memories I trod upon...
Memories heavy and cold as stone
And - immense - for the ones I love...
Their names I will grimly carve
On the slope of my bleeding heart
That forever will set apart
All the memories that moan in vain,
All the wounds that unfold in pain,
All the buds that will spring and grow,
All the tears I will sow and throw...
And together, not now, but then,
Set apart by "The Why and When"
We will meet. Not today, but then,
When there will be nor "why", nor "when"...
12.09.2009