Sadness and Rapture

Sadness and grief my love,
something that my heart seems not to live without,
something that the hands of those who write,
cannot get enough of,
for happiness is feeble and weak,
it cannot resist,
cannot endure the tides of life,
cannot perdure our events in life.

Sadness is the fountain,
sorrow, its sister
grief, the force
feeble hapiness, simply the result.

Cry tears my adore,
weep for those who fall,
mourn for those who are gone,
and then we shall celebrate,
celebrate the bounties of life,
the bounties of life in death,
and death in life.

Do not hide your suffering,
be yourself once more,
take your sorrows and sprinkle the world,
for it should know once and for all,
that hapiness rises but quickly falls,
when tears stream down our wanned lustre faces,
and our souls struggle,
just slowly, as we take our paces.

Believe not in earthly rapture,
this one has long ago gone,
leaving a hard to see trail,
leaving its followers lost and wailed.

Oh my love!
this world belongs to sorrow,
who embraces it as a mother would,
and whose creatures writhe and cry,
smile and smirk in their prime,
and it all gets washed away,
as pain and suffering make their way.

Raise thy sadness my dear one,
raise thy glass of suffering to the horizons,
contemplate the world and all it is about to bring upon,
tears, weeping, suffering,
and broken hearts.

Cheer for hapiness will born,
and immediately die,
yet its shadow will linger and prevail,
thence it shall be born and die again,
no matter how much pain inhabits your heart,
no matter the tears in your eyes,
for we have built their sanctuary,
of both rapture and grief.

Sorrow thy tears of love my adore,
mourn the ones who are gone,
let the night embrace thy soul,
let them become one,
just once and for all,
for time and rapture is not all,
just the begining of what is to come.

Vilnius - Lithuania
2.1.12
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