Dream of Age

A poem of a lifetime and meeting anew.

I see your picture in front of me, grey, colourless, quiet.
My mind is filled with happiness from time long past
As tears everything flows out of my palms.
You are staring lonely.

The warmth from our time slowly disappears
Nothing can be described with words anymore
Im desperately grasping for the memories.
Where are you today?

In my youth i met your sight in haste
By the arrival of the war I promised, farewell.
Im sitting in my chair, awaiting your arrival
Oh angel of death.

You can have my memories, my soul you may
send yet again to its calm rest.
But my love you will never crumble, not even with your
power, from Gods side.

In my loneliness I have cared for you
Beneath the earth I shall meet you yet again.
Now I am finishing my eternal search.
Well meet soon anew.