Man clutches at his heart with an empty fist –
finding nothing to remove, nothing to replace –
while the pain of it burns him like a dying ember,
trapped and immovable in the center of his chest.
In the hope of love, he lives on –
hope of peace, hope of rest, hope of stillness.
He hopes until wet tears bring the taste of salt to his mouth;
and yet still, there is nothing but that salt to console him.
Farewell, to the fading sunset:
not in this life will I find relief,
but in the next, where all things wonderful that could not be
find expression in ways we never dreamed of.
finding nothing to remove, nothing to replace –
while the pain of it burns him like a dying ember,
trapped and immovable in the center of his chest.
In the hope of love, he lives on –
hope of peace, hope of rest, hope of stillness.
He hopes until wet tears bring the taste of salt to his mouth;
and yet still, there is nothing but that salt to console him.
Farewell, to the fading sunset:
not in this life will I find relief,
but in the next, where all things wonderful that could not be
find expression in ways we never dreamed of.