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Click hereI died, and here I am.
I walk down marble-pillared avenues
On paving flags of gold.
I couch on clouds, and all around
Is singing, harpstruck joy, and bliss.
There is no night, but radiance abounds,
Each bejewelled corner is illuminated.
I feed upon ambrosia, I am immortal.
Bright angels are my company,
All smiles and Hallelujahs, gold-haloed,
Winged, rejoicing, blithe. Fields and birdsong,
Flowers and Hosannas, cries of “Glory!”
And throughout this endless Elysium
I search for darling you.
I cannot find you. In my youth
I must have struck my mother, lied,
Dismembered butterflies, spat.
I must have laid Commandments waste,
Committed sins, omitted duties,
Murdered, stolen, perjured myself, and coveted.
How many viruses – how much spam did I transmit?
Double-parking, road-rage, crimes against humanity,
Affray, genocide or maybe littering,
White-collar fraud, tax evasion, muggings –
If I think long enough, I will remember all.
For, as I cannot find you here,
In this never, never ending perfection,
I know I am in Hell.
heaven nor hell, but a passion's purgatory you have so powerfully described here. Your pen reached every emotion to express the separation of soulmates in the final journey we all must make someday. Thank you for this excellent write, Marie.
Vixxx