Here at last we meet,
I and my melancholy stare,
facing an image so sweet,
a soul so pure,
a canvas so bare
Let not be influenced by the darkness
Do not be deceived by my uninviting stance
for my time is up, or surely drawing near
throw me one more glance,
grant me one last dance
Creeping while weeping,
sleeping while dreaming,
may your life be filled with bliss
Hoping and beaming,
with tears streaking
perceiving visions of the ******
walking the abyss
Perfection escapes both I and you
for beings like us can never be
That essence is no longer,
we must purse
content with yourself,
for you have grew
At last we meet again
a meeting I have dreaded forever
happiness there,
now to gain
but are we strong enough to whether.