Benediction

Reality wanted to live,
Dance, live, of structure and peace.
In time, the momentous equalizer.
Sway-sides of innocence (resurrections)--
Where have thy gone?
Waiting for digressions--
Longing for last sun.
These cold few days--
Plagues of final rapture increase.
Few and many, fast approach craze,
He to-catch-a-dove during final release.
Last he sat
Upon rows of white lace,
Set in distance appeared demon crest;
He rue to have left too many a trace.
Tears too shall not crest--
Where there is no multiple sum;
And do not rest
For that which shall not come.
Yes! Deny him his right of happiness.
Prolong destiny has churned,
For he and I live;
The past we must return.