The Living of the Dead

i found you forsaken
by the mere chance of life
where all that sparks around you
may seem to stop beating

my soul came searching,
for you that i bound not to be
but as mere chance of life
i stopped dead
to find you along the living soul

for i thought that your eternal flame
has gone by the morning

*24 April 2007, through a lucid dream vividly colouring my night*

*the same dream, the same fear, the same joy*