I was a funeral pier of regrets
as I burned in undeniable solace,
your departure was a shadow
left in the embers of my heart.

But it was only a flickering moment
and you picked up the ashes of love
and drew a new beginning on the
shadows of what once was...

A withered carcass entombed
within my being,
An essence of what has succumb
beneath those placid waters
as I'm departed.

Your hands linger,
but are never grasped upon.

I'm obscured from all, and breaches
                whisper words in silence...

Venturing in a inhospitable world
there hands trace the inclinations  of
what was versed...

But when sight ventured on the
conclusions acquainted that they were
same in material but differently versed.

The conclusion of what was professed was
that the knowledge of sight, proof manifested
in reality not bettered by blind unactuated words.

Those that were the vessels of unrealistic reflection
were shown there true form of nothingness and the
delusion of the masses was lifted.

When that which had no reflection faded from thought
and was vacated in the desires of clouded judgment..

And humanity opened its eyes and found that the empty
space that was filled with falsehoods was filled with the
reality of knowledge and understanding.

The Gods were just faded thoughts and not even a moment
was reflected upon as they never existed....