Bereavement – Page 6 – Hearts Still Care

Afraid

Will others see me like you did?
Will this be the price of fame?
I do not like who I see now –
Will all of me remain the same?

I fear it isn’t so, never was;
And I do not think it will be –
Even you lied, eventually,
Taking away the best of me.

I wish I had power to be
A man with complete security;
No one to depend on or love:
A replete identity.

Yet, if you lied about your love,
Then your thoughts on me are false, too;
Ergo, I am not incomplete,
Despite the part I gave to you.

The days fly by,
Like seasons do;
I’m forgotten;
But alive, too.

Few days are good;
Most still are bad;
Some hours bring smiles;
Most keep me sad.

As the days go,
I let them, one
By one, and blur
The moon and the sun.

I put on smiles,
As night takes day;
And like the night,
They do not stay.

So I live them,
Like pills and sleep,
Like dreams I dream;
But cannot keep.

Shine down on me, starry night,
Shower your blues and yellows;
Transcend death into your light;
I’ll wait until it all mellows.

Your buildings are cut and dry,
Blue-grey trees keeping them soft,
There’s one great star asking, why
Black brush strokes hold the sky aloft?

Faith falls short in my belief;
Nature becomes the pillars;
Trees big and small give relief
People are silent killers.

Starry night, kindly, be kind
And merge these lines into one;
Leave not a sole stroke behind
Beautify what you’ve begun.