The sweetest of moments,
are still yet to come.
From the depths of despair,
to a bittersweet slum.
In the darkest of nights;
a moth to a flame,
a ship to a light,
I'm calling your name.
In dreams and in memories,
and in memories of dreams.
Sand slipping through fingers,
water flowing down stream.
I'll miss you forever,
I've made peace with that.
Hair of the dog,
tail of the cat.
All is forgiven when mourning the living.