Reviving the Revived

I know where all of it begins,

And I know where it ends;

Where the blissful strings play in,

And how sordid the tune gets.


I’ve fathomed it is all black,

And at times grey,

In perpetuity it is night,

Never ever it is day.


The scenery to behold,

The hands to shake,

Love to let go,

And pains to take,

Seen all of it, I have,

Heard all of it, I have.


I have seen the beginning,

I have seen the end.

And yet, I want to cherish it again,

And again, my dear. And again.