Even in Death

 

Time was never guided by rules since the day they met,
Neither does it stop, but it stopped their hearts to feel for each other,
Theirs is a trapped amber of a moment, of a stagnant peace
Their hearts grandly singing sweet melodies of love

So strong, that they lost all discipline of their emotions and sensibility,
Even in death, their love chains and bonds them together,
With a language of pulse, blood and of last whispers,
Passing away is no respect to their oneness

The outer world seemed gray and empty,
Filled with strange sounds of a chaotic quality,
But they seemed lost in their own, their minds filled with such reverie,
That had an immense, peaceful yet humbling power

In death, the sun could no longer tease a true shine,
It only contained a soft gray luster that they longer needed,
They had refuge for one another and they never needed wings,
The dry weeds in the fractured earth whispered to them,
That “Even in death, their inspiration had more than seized them”