Departed Poem by soren Barrett

I have talked to the dead
Carried by spirits of the past,
they have wrapped me in a blanket,
with the warmth of understanding,
to see beyond my own eyes that blind me
I have entered the world of the departed
mourning memories of my old love, now slain
and have returned to where I had started
longing for Eurydice, to raise again
But if I could rewrite this childhood story
I would not trade memories for a happy ending
I would live in past moments of glory
before her heart and mind left me