The Three

I asked the Lord to look down on me, as I remember.

I ask the Lord to remember the pain of the three.

One awoke in me newness to my life, one completely devoured the whole of me, but

one took the time to raise me up from my darkness.

I asked of one, for my breath back because of his beauty.  

I asked of the other, for my pride back, I am only human and loved too deeply.

I asked of the last, for nothing more than my peace to move away from the edge.

They knew not the deepest of love they left so far behind, while my life flowed gently

into the path of reclusion.  Alive in me lived echoes of their immortal immortality that none could challenge or compare.

I asked the Lord to remember my struggle, and see the human me that lived beyond the

fool, as I dreamed the dream of life in steady harmonic visions. This being all that I am.

I asked the Lord to remember that goodbye which placed my hand on heart, at his last

salute.

I asked the Lord to remember the hurting, questioning, must I do the right thing?  It tore

my world apart.  I lived but was denied.

I asked the Lord to remember,  I tormented in my struggle to find a better me as

Phantom D closed the path to his door.