I'm not asking for favors

not tonight

I look up in the sky...

all the rockets fall down (fall down)

too many promises

too many lies

too many faces for me to know



Sometimes I sit among the markers

and contemplate my next life

says something less sympathetic-

"a little more unconditional respect was buried

here"



"But it never lived

and it never died

it never came from them

it was always inside..."



I don't care if time just passes us by

I can stand the change...

but not the cruelty

too many promises

too many lies

too many faces for me to know



Sometimes I sit among the markers

and contemplate my next life

says something less sympathetic-

"a little more unconditional respect was buried

here"



"But it never lived

and it never died

it never came from them

it was always inside..."



(Spirits of the Dead by E.A. Poe - 1827)



Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy.



Be silent in that solitude,

Which is not loneliness- for then

The spirits of the dead, who stood

In life before thee, are again

In death around thee, and their will

Shall overshadow thee; be still.



The night, though clear, shall frown,

And the stars shall not look down

From their high thrones in the Heaven

With light like hope to mortals given,

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.



Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,

Now are visions ne'er to vanish;

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more, like dew-drop from the grass