So here it was that the dust filled visage
of a lover's long life long forgotten.
Yet oddly, it gives my soul a massage,
and the time returns to when I was ten.

This horrendous, dust entrenched funeral
screams to me, as all I see has been bleached.
Father, why must our lives be so carnal?
Father, why is this love so out of reach?

The sun shall succumb to it's slow descent.
Just as you did, this glass filled world shall die.
Sometimes, when I can't fathom what it  meant;
Despite myself I cannot help but cry.

Oh sweet heaven found above this locked door.
I hold your memory forever more.