Tears of loss.
The heart yearns for what is not,
And the brain yearns to justify what is.
Why does my heart want that
which my brain doesn't?
Why am I justifying,
convincing myself of something that has to be,
I anxiously wait for what is going to be,
I painfully miss what was.
The flame inside just went out,
"No hope!" the heart cries.
Darkness lies ahead,
And I venture against my will.
Will I find what the heart wants?
Or will the brain justify that
what I want is what I have?
Will I find you,
or do you not exist?
Will I ever smile,
the way I did last night,
in your arms?
Or is that a fragment of my Phantasm?
Will logic and the sensibilities of the world
keep us apart?
Or will the melodies of our souls
harmonize to become a tune?
Do you know me?
Will you remember me?
Will you hold my hand in the darkness?
Will you light my flame of hope?