Death and love

I fly in the memory of you and I embrace you.
"Why are you here?" you asked.
My eyes behold your innocence and your fire within, passion, blue flames.
"Why aren't you with me anymore?" I said.
My days have grown long and my tears flow endlessly and my strength seems to have abandoned my limbs.
"But I am with you nevertheless." you said.
Under the moonlight I try to hide my grief and I clad my solitude in pretension.
But the horrid true comes from the ashes and exposes itself.
I cannot behold your flseh, white as ivory, your eyes of evening winter and your hair of red fire. I may desire to live in the land of oblivioness,
for this true is much of a heavy burden to bear.
"But I will not see you when I come to my senses, when I wake up, you will not be there." I said.
Life is a selfish child who sneers when one of her creatures dies away and leaves another one sumerged in deep grief and pain.
Oh Death! Have some mercy and take me,
wipe my tears and fill me with rapture.
"You will see me when your final breath comes." You said.
Oh Death, you the eternal one, I beg of you,
unburden me from this sadness that has taken over me,
and make of my flesh ashes of earth.
Deprive me of my grief and embrace me,
for I will abandon this earthly prison that has for so many years stabbed me and hurt my heart.
"Then I shall see you promptly, for I cannot carry on living a dead life." I said.
Life has shown its evil face with no remorse and full of contempt,
and has given me a heavy burden to carry, and hence, I do not want this to linger anymore.
Death clad in ebony, show me your white pearl face and embrace me, for you are eternal,
take me to that soul that is still entwined to mine,
and rapture shall bring me together to her embrace,
for my tears will halt flowing like rivers,
for I will hold the hand of the one that had been taken away and was the source of my lamentations.
The blossom of black roses fill my nostrils,
with their cold sweet smell,
and the moon shining above shows its eternal white fire.
My night has grown joy and I have become her son,
and I behold her beauty, for I shall walk her lands.
"Take my hand and let us walk through the moors under the moonlight." You said.
Oh Death, you have whispered your words to my ears and of my flesh you have deprived me,
and hence my eyes shall not shed any more tears in life for a dead love,
for of this dead love I have become part.
Of this dead love I live now,
for she is as dead as me,
but alive as love in us can be.

RQ
Moscow
15/3/10
8.55pm