Cracks In The Pyre

Life drifts by Seamless tides, once benign Do nought but torment and remind And, although I may try to picture you on the other side Your grace remains just out of sight I'm denied The end is pure, unfettered silence No calm, nor chaos Regression to nothing The knowing that once helped me feel alive Fills me with spite for those who believe You're more than my memories While we're stranded, helpless, abandoned Ripped from our norm, the tranquil, the serene Now waves threaten the precipice where I stand Searching for peace in that hateful abyss as my Life drifts away Where in science, or spirit, does solace reside? For I might leave both those shelters behind Would I sully your memory With a weary trudge from the shore? Am I ceding your bones to the brine To return to an empty shrine? Yet I'd stand at that mound Talk my own time away If you know there's no soul Should you cherish earth and bone? I see light up ahead Through the cracks in the pyre It will never reach you