1 Is it truely better
to have loved and lost?
What will I do with these letters
as I count the cost?When faded memories
are all that's left
and every melody
reminds me of the promise that you kept
2
Is it truly better
to have known you,
when you will never feel
the love I could have shown you?
When those times
we spent watching the sun setting
are now suffering the quiet death
of forgetting?
3 Is it better to be wealthy
before we end up poor?
Or is it more healthy
without the knowledge of cause and cure?
When remembering the blessing
also recounts the curse,
perpetual second guessing
trails behind a hearse.
4
Yet what are
our lives, but memory?
And what fonder are there
than of you with me?
Over oceans of grief
I have crossed
to find I still loved you,
though lost.
5 Is it worth shedding these tears
when there is no water around
could I show you the world
and the sky in which you could drown?
Or would you just shoo me away
and leave my heart to bleed
and tell me you held me only yesterday
and its better that you do leave?
Well, maybe it is all for the best
and maybe you don't deserve me
then again if I don't have you now
how can you set my soul free?
6 My heart one day will come to doubt the rose
(the stained, staying thorns, the budding brief and bold)
then, spring-time colors again will deftly blend, my love with stars in a full night-bloom,
to meditate your absence with these changeless friends;
in a silent dream, gone, a while to dream in silence.
