Yet what else do we do?
Part of the songs of sorrow collection
the cry of the wind, sunrise painted orange on the hills, following close the heels of sunset, and your smile as you look at me -
they fade in memory, diminish each mile of distance, drift between my fingers if i grasp.
Yet what else do we do? from different worlds to different worlds travel and find our momentous why,
but returning home, split open and reaffirmed, forget the answers found in the arms of knowing.
Close our eyes and sleep, banishing dreams of love because we cannot bear the memory of it.
Yet I try to remain awake, to recall, to remember not to forget the memory of me & you beneath our sky.