The Epic Of Life's Memories (11/14/2000)

DEFINITION: We last as one, forever bound memory, for without we the one, there is no memory worthy of mention. The Epic is the answer, two-in-one, to nihilism.

LOOKING BACK.

I bare in mind our times,
Our moments in the sun,
Our moments beneath the stars.
Your warm hand caressing my cold, chilly face.
Ah, precious memories,
How they keep me sane
In my moments of deepest sorrow.

How I treasure the moments we've had,
The trips to the beach,
Our excursions to the ski resorts in Colorado,
And the sheets of warm comfort,
With you by my side in spiritual sanctity
In which we created singularity.
But, I painfully recognize you are gone,
And so, along with the blowing sands,
I turn through the memories.

THE BEGINNING OF TIME.

You were born, the dawn of hope for me,
Reared in the finest fashion,
Groomed to perfection into a majestic angel.
(But you were already divine.)
The sounds of your voice shrilled with a clean jingle at dawn,
And perked in the afternoon,
And resonated at the down.

WE MEET.

Ah yes. We meet,
The pinnacle of my life,
At the time when I had yet to earn that law degree,
Or my seat in the ruling House,
Or the office where, "The buck stops here."
None of these would've mattered, however,
Without your presence.

WE BOND.

Lo! How we grew so close,
And we decided only one thing must come to pass,
And so we became as One.
From there we accomplished Life,
Starting our family and settling down.
You were the driving force
Making the success of our family possible.

EPILOGUE.

You're gone.
How, in my waning years of life,
Old, frail, not anchored to any code other than that of the One!
Will I possibly make it through
Where the only constant was you?
You're gone,
And all I have to keep me alive
Are those precious memories.

And thus, I will breathe one last, heavy breath of God, and I'm gone.
You're gone.
One is gone.
We're now mingling ashes blowing about in the sands of time.
Just precious memories. You and I.
One glorious memory. 'Tis well.

Thus, we come to an end of one Epic and the beginning of another. One new cycle.
The Epic of Memories never ends. Not as long as there is One to evolve.