There is a life unknownst!
A life, a life long lived, now forgot
O' how time transcends the passing
How the ungodly hours rake my heart.

There is a life unknownst!
I implore the memory:
I think thou dost not recall,
Love. Love, and all its glorious vain
Sacrifice, a life which never could suffice!
A life, now I fear I have outlived
More than twice, perhaps even maybe
Thrice... the counting I have lost.

Some may argue it is in fact my mind
Yet, Love; my love that is only
something begotten.
And I wonder if the paths I have travelled
Without, somehow never can remind
Of which time herself erased so that
Things to be could be,
Only not ever just you and me.

There is a life unknownst!
However lived and had
If only by thee,
And I fear by all else forgotten.




ELEETE J MUIR