~Sans Halo~

And in the wake of sorrowed discontent
Stained sheers give way to breeze of life's last breath
Glazed eyes survey transparent wonderment
A taste for something more than fervent death
As one by one the senses realign
False truths emerge of memory and mind
Foreboding what was not is now a sign
That slumber heretofore has been but kind
Such twisted marbled visions of you stir
Emotion's cauldron fire within soul burns
In hopes immortal, love remains a blur
And tainted is the heart which never learns

Alas, these days be few these days be far...
I'll never wander far from where you are.