Of the Wisp

Comfort comes most often

In the lingering dream

Of timeless persistence.



Essence is forever,

However we quarrel

Over what's essential.



If only finity,

Being true, consoled us,

We'd forgive forever



For being the one thing

We can't have as we are.

We can't because we aren't



Consolable except

Surpassing death, I don't

Know why. I don't know why.