Flying high in the sky.
Another exquisite endeavor.
Hoped it would last forever.
But itÕs already ending -
HeartÕs rending.
Soaring over the Waters
After a brief sojourn with our lovely daughters.
Just memories now – Holy cow.
Sipping wine – feelinÕ fine.
Hysterical laughter -
And now itÕs after.
Walking and talking
Then with our last goodbyes a balking.
In each othersÕ arms rocking.
Tears well up in the eyes
A cry – And now we fly
Back to our lovely abode
Reflecting on the many paths we rode
Hundreds of miles we drove
Intricate memories we wove
Headlong into the Abyss we dove.
Along LifeÕs path we rove -
Forging relations -
Obsessing about our creations.
Hopefully to reach the Light of day
Hooray! Or Nay.
DoesnÕt really matter. ItÕs only a Play.
Only LifeÕs illusions I recall.
Not the Fall.
And so here I am again – flying high – in the sky.
It seemed only yesterday that tomorrow was nigh.
And now the future is past.
Too fast.
So back to work to be a jerk.
But first to Rose Cafˇ to cry in our beer.
Shed another tear.
How clear is our fear
Of LifeÕs passing.
At the end massing
Before the final gassing.
Snuffed out
Without a doubt – not even a bout.
Perhaps something left behind
To remind
Or Not.
Both illusions – Immortality and Fame.
ItÕs all the Same.
No Blame.
Out goes the Flame.