Transcendence

Cannot help to think of the forbidden fruit

Of what could be or could have been

Your destiny and mine

Two roads that never crossed

Two rails that never met.

They ran so well together

Parallel to each other

Towards eternity.

There in eternity all this passion all this zeal

Shall be consumed in the ultimate cremation

Of the nothing, the void,

In the gratuitous and the virtual

The humiliating and the exalting.

I will be there for you

As the knight to his lady sworn

In the illicit and immoral

So that even the nobleness of it all

shall be transcended into

The insignificant.

Alfred Grech

26/06/2019