Eleanor

Veiled in sunwept kisses; sullen, weak; you smiled... "You must bid me gone, love"
- frailty-wracked you cried... Still upon your deathbed, your hand I held in
mine... Caressed with woe your flaxen hair; felt your last, aspirant sigh ...
Goodbye... No flights of angels bring you to your rest... Travailed in sickness -
in death enrapt and blessed... Now nothing remains of your life, your time has
passed... Your anguish, your demise, your promise of rebirth... Solemn incantation
nor frenzied evocation... Did halt not your soul's apostasy... Lassitude upon me...
This lurid trial awaits me... I live on in wanton futility... And yet in my dreams
now... I arise and follow you... The veil of eternity rends... And you are whole
again... For there is no cancer... Nor lamenting depth of grave... That separates
us anymore... In death... We are One...