Poetry
Your Farewell
I had not realized that you had died.
Because your voice still rings out
and I still see your lovely pout,
something that I've since been denied.
I wonder how your journey was,
past the River Styx1 filled with dreams
and all those cracks in the seams.
Did you find, amidst the chaos, a cause?
I cannot bear the thought
that your soul, adrift upon our requiem,
would be anywhere but in Elysium2,
the Paradiso3 that I long sought.
I hope you have not yet
drank from the River Lethe4.
And, I ask, would you prithee
not forsake the life we had?
I know I will soon join you,
for your passing was a half-death,
a state so torturous, every breath
scattered like the morning dew.
This, I beg of you, my dove.
Please await my eternal slumber.
I shall set the world asunder,
a final elegy to end our love.
1 The first of the five rivers of the Greek Underworld, one that all souls must cross.
2 The resting place of heroes and the virtuous in Greek mythology.
3 Paradise according to Dante’s Divine Comedy.
4 The second river of the Greek Underworld, where anyone who touches it loses their memory of their mortal life.
Because your voice still rings out
and I still see your lovely pout,
something that I've since been denied.
I wonder how your journey was,
past the River Styx1 filled with dreams
and all those cracks in the seams.
Did you find, amidst the chaos, a cause?
I cannot bear the thought
that your soul, adrift upon our requiem,
would be anywhere but in Elysium2,
the Paradiso3 that I long sought.
I hope you have not yet
drank from the River Lethe4.
And, I ask, would you prithee
not forsake the life we had?
I know I will soon join you,
for your passing was a half-death,
a state so torturous, every breath
scattered like the morning dew.
This, I beg of you, my dove.
Please await my eternal slumber.
I shall set the world asunder,
a final elegy to end our love.
1 The first of the five rivers of the Greek Underworld, one that all souls must cross.
2 The resting place of heroes and the virtuous in Greek mythology.
3 Paradise according to Dante’s Divine Comedy.
4 The second river of the Greek Underworld, where anyone who touches it loses their memory of their mortal life.