A desperate extraction from the webs we weave,
our bodies worn from being bereaved,
love not accomplished, sometimes difficult to achieve,
the tears, from our fears, force our yesteryear's to it's knees,
I only ask you please...
if you should pass on before we complete this cosmic rise,
know that I cannot live without you breathing by my side
Focus on the factors which facilitate my fidelity to you.
Last night in my dreams,
I heard a scream,
and it made me shudder involuntarily,
were the angels reacting swiftly,
to the momentary lapse of my concentration on our love affair,
I did not know,
so I searched for a quite space within the corridors of my heart,
and though time was of the essence,
your presence
was like a fresh blanket of snow,
covering the disparate angles of my tortured mind,
I whispered while I watched you breathe in your slumber,
thank God that she is alive,
for I cannot live without her breathing by my side
Van Gogh-thic visions,
of Starry Nights and Sunflowers,
praying for the morning sun to kiss
the sparkling dew that soothes the meadows of my mind,
the chimes
outside of our door confined
by the fickleness of the Northern winds,
and our misty morning begins,
I promise during my meditation to find an absolution,
so the remission of sin can be imparted on my heart,
just promise we will never be apart,
in this world or in the next celestial phase,
swear that you will search for me through the haze,
of an earth ablaze with the fires of discontent,
if I repent
to this prayer you must abide,
for I cannot live without you breathing by my side
Chantel's and wishing wells,
a brillant stream, cursing through the shallows of a Hallowed Ground,
tell me, do the angels on duty hear the sound,
of hearts snapping like brittle twigs,
do we fail to plant the seeds of everlasting
because we refuse to dig,
in earth satruated with the salton tears of once dancing eyes,
and are our spirit's paralyzed,
by the fear of a love lost and found,
excuse me brother, is Jesus anywhere around,
has He completed the Sermon on the Mount,
I need to ask Him a favor concerning the love of my life after,
you see, with her my soul is beautified,
and quite simply,
I cannot live without her breathing by my side,
through the Creator's blessing and with her love
my soul is glorified,
I refuse to live without her breathing by my side