Text Box: Reality  Unreal

Now when I see you
so still You lie
There no sign of you
Your foraging your will

I donít sense your
Thoughts here where I am
Donít feel you in this room
Though I can see you just right here
Itís empty Oh too soon

A touch unrewarded
No savor of you once here
The most important part I find
Has drifted into the heavens

No voice of you
No tender you
No aura and a no song
I cannot feel you dearest one
I know that you are gone

Gone to a place
I cannot come
Not now, not very soon
But though I miss unending you
Itís my unending too

I know though poles apart
We are still the same
Our ends will somewhere meet
If not in glorious skies
Then in dark deathís defeat