Please die, my love
Please die, my love, it’s now you need to die.
You’ve had your innings and it’s time to go
Onward to pastures new. Don’t ask me why
I say this to you. You already know.
There in the Golden Land we’ll meet again
And you’ll be someone else and yet the same:
Etherealised, made nobler by your pain,
Transformed, new-minted, yet the same soul flame.
There we shall sit by the Eternal Sea
In silence, feeling old and strange and wise.
And I shall drink — ‘To immortality!’
You’ll lift your glass with knowledge in your eyes.
Behind us like dream symbols rise and swoon
The Magic Mountains and a mystic moon.
‘Ah, God!’ I cry. ‘My God, let it be soon!’