Past the Point of No Return
Past the point of no return—
I drift into the dark,
Candles jump and softly burn,
And give their golden spark.
Flowers set in thick array,
And heady on the wood,
Sadness knit into the day,
And tears where I stood.
Death awaits and I am spent;
The tomb repeats my name,
Unto Sheol’s sorry tent,
Devoid of heaven’s flame.
Darkness calling unto me;
But comfort at her breast!
Night is silk divinity,
And in her robes I’m dressed.
Down the tunnel — deeper pitch,
In which to drown despair,
How the silence dost bewitch,
With solace past compare.
How the din of racing time,
Dost scare me to dismay!
But Nuit, in softest rhyme,
Dost nurture and allay.
I will mark her stars and smile,
Though lost in sooth I am,
Loving her for but a while—
Her shining hologram.
ADL
adamdaniel 