“ While I Live ” ~ to not forget ~

 

The while I live,

Help me now

To not forget,

Afore I reach

I’m not to feel

Being near,

Or ever more

Able to hear

A voice so dear,                                                             

Nor taste again

The love of you,

The while I muse

Be cause regret,

Precious days

I might neglect,

To tell of ways

I loved you then,

The while I lived

This side of when,

Till I should reach

That quite place!

 

“ The False Embrace ” ~ of a soulless creator ~

 

What wants create

Ends in sad ruse,

The mooted worth

Of a creator

Deprived of soul,

Who fails instil

A heart to hold,

The beauty

He would fashion,

With false embrace!

                                                                              ode to duped believers