My #life Part #5 Staying to a never goodbye With welcoming arms to lie Time cannot penetrate your sanctuary Your promise As much an illusion as my ethereal residence Yet I dwell hear with the same truth The same conviction The same authority As though it were permanent within me Like sweet wine possessed by my lips alone Fictitious even to the point of delusion Genuine as the tears shed to inhabit it While here I am embraced Inducted into your bosom Only now can I interpret Decipher the drifting metaphor That I was here from the beginning And forever. My heart perceives a vision of me A hollow shell wrapped in decaying splendor No stirring breath or straining pulse Dust that scatters and is then forgotten As does all that it contained All that I ever wanted From my #life
