What will become of my grief,
Once the end is not enough
When it’s a much darker black-
Than the emptiness accompanying every sun
Where they burn in silence
Turning to ashes whispers and pasts that have remained
Long after souls have gone to undie forever

What will become of my dreams,
Once nights are too sad to sleep
When through my eyes I’ve created streams
Where longings drown passively unto spiritless depths

What will become of us,
Once we’ve exceeded the prayers
God can answer
When our collected despair-
Blackens the sky to where heaven cannot see
Where we stare at that last ray of light
Surrounded by the darkened clouds
Feeling it within our hearts
Kneeling on a ground that never belonged to us
Pleading for a divinity that has given us
This cold infinity to live for....

Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2005

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