I Shall Not Last Until the Spring

[Erthona]

(for Ted)

Weary and heavy too my heart,
not like the singing of the wren
that once sang to me in the Spring,
and filled me full of wondering.
My only mate is now despair,
for I know, I will not hear
that songbird sing its joyous song,
and be held for too brief of time
in its manifest, divine.
The time betwixt here and there
is a time too long I fear,
I never again will hear her sing,
for I shall not last until the Spring.

The rime of winter has settled in,
my life begins, to begin its end,
for I have not the strength or will
to ever try to start again.
So I open wide my arms
embracing Death, my new found friend.
Yes Death, whom I once had feared,
when living life, was still so dear.
Yet, now I only beg of him,
take me to my home again.
Yes take me to my home once more,
I’m tired of fighting life’s long war,
for I’ve forgotten what it was,
that I was fighting for.

©2011 ~Erthona