This is the last thing I would ever write
This would be addressed to you who
Made me feel like something more than I ever was
To you who made me strong, resilient, and real
I would be so minded to write this to you
Who birthed a million million stars in me
The damnèd universe that now wreaks havoc in me
The very glory that is all I've ever wanted to be
I would write this for the very last moment of my life
When I would see the last radiance of the Sun
The last of imperial majesty that I always desired
Such that I would entreat a last audience to revere it
This is a song that should be sung at my very end
One that rose at my birth, trembled through my life
And then crescendoed in a flagrant fire at my death
A song that was my life and became my belovèd death
This poem is the last thing I would ever write
Because I would die knowing I loved you and only you
—M.M.
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