A Requiem

These feelings once lost, and these feelings I've found,

I beg you pick up my heart off the cold, dirty ground.

And those ashes to ashes and the dry dusky dust,

Choke the air from my lungs like the thought of their lust.

Now a dream is a dream and so is conciousness too,

But I spy through the haze, a subtle reminder of you.

If my life were a song, it would be played real low,

With violinists and bassists and a choir in tow.

They would strike up a requiem for the whole world to miss,

But I would revel that it's private and proudly own this.

And when the last note was played, and the final words sung,

A few people would sob where the echo had rung.

And as this memory fades toward the back of my mind,

It's a feeling now lost, yet still a feeling to find.