Left On Earth

When do you know that the light is out?
That death is just death, and your time is just out...
Is it finished, and gone, and forever just black?
Is it your way or my way, is it this way or that?

I can’t believe it is final and that it is simply just gone forever,
We sat talking about it all, so happily here together.
If happiness lives in our conversation, so steadily herein,
How can it just be gone forever, and over so quickly when...

When he loved so very very much and lived life so fully then,
Like a blue sky and grass as green as the most alluring garden.
Conversations here and now don’t make this topic forthright,
And no matter how you say it, it just doesn’t make it alright.

That the big love and a life is gone when that light eventually goes out,
And you just cant change that, not even with all your might.
You can never win, because God is big and he is here,
And the fact is just that death is going to forever be nadir.

In our face and simply a way we have to be,
like the salt on our skin while we holiday at the sea.
It’s a way of life and a normal way to exist,
A happiness to live in, or simply a cease and desist.

Because the stairway to heaven is unfair and unleaven,
It’s never what you agreed to in your life’s contracts written.
It’s a sad time and an exceptionally vulnerable place to be,
It’s actually nothing like the salt on our skin while we holiday at the sea...

So can we believe that the light just flickers and then goes out?
That death is just death, and that your time is just out?
Is it the storybook version or otherwise just the hard black cover?
And if it is just that, will we ever be able to believe that its just over when its over?


© Dylan Balkind 2008