I HAVE DIED EVERYDAY
I know this seems to be the only thing I write about these days But when you spend an eternity in a lonely world your perspective begins to change Who would have guessed that I would ever run out of time? Who would have thought that I of all would speak of a final breath? I see a realm of golden white and shadow snows that glows I feel the wind of the flowing white gown that sweeps through the forest I hear your heart beat a thousand miles away calling from within the world above I have waited forever to feel this pain that makes the heart aches in thought My soul has longed grieved for the day when I would not have to live but find life itself I believe that’s what happens when you die over and over again while you yet live Believe, faith, hope, trust and love are the things that are well defined but still unknown Even in an eternity of search, the mystery of what I longed seeked and now have found puzzles me You must surely not understand all...