Dreams haunt a future that lies fallow, <br />and memories cloud a heart that dies hollow, <br />a life that despairs into tommorow, <br />beckons from the grave, and inscribes the words that follow. <br />I am the dancer whose feet are still and can never dance, <br />the poet whose hand is frozen and will never puzzle the world with imaginary romance. <br />The lovers that no longer kiss, and the hands that no longer hold. <br />Friendships and love, like life move to death, then young but now old. <br />Eyes that no longer see, frozen into a meaningless glance, <br />hearts that no longer beat, long gone their chance. <br />I have watched him take away beauty before, <br />and now he has knocked upon my door, <br />and i pay the biggest tribute of all. <br /> <br />We died there as one, <br />life unlived, our tomorrow undone.<br /><br />Peya Jakob<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-death-an-ode/
