When the Thrill is Gone

When the Thrill is Gone                  November 16, 2013

The music died 'pon us abruptly
As we danced away the night so slowly;

I only wished we'd kept the moment alive.

Mary Jane was so lovely, 

As she was tasting her bowl of rue,

But the time had passed, my Lord,

Can't you spare us our life?
Our work has yet been done.

Love was so lonely for us
If only that were true, but I shan't fuss,

But, o' yes! It was our lone gift He betrothed!

Our groveling words 'pon the nightly embers

The candlewick burned till t'was a wake,

Out 'pon the line, and I am resigned to die.

When the thrill is gone, my dear,
I shall sing our requiem, kiss thee good night,

Until we meet again at the pass in the sky!

Where will we fly? Are we really to die?

Another summer drifts away by-and-by!

We are just shooting stars 'pon a whiskey bar!

We anointed the world enough.

We now lie down 'pon the life raft,

Sailing away 'cross the cloudy skies.

A gondola we bear; our love only to dare -

Shall we break 'cross the astral plain,

A cloudy Venetian tour of His lanes?

When the thrill is gone, my dear,

I hope to see you forever and again.

The moonlit nights, only bearable when

You held my right hand, the embrace tight!

Till we meet again, it'll be by-and-by,

For I shall be out in Infinity's sky.

Love shall never let us die;

For we are an infinite force, our love,

 A troika drawn by The Trinity's Word!