Touch of Oblivion

How could you recall the memories?
How could you look upon the end?
With steady hands and dry eyes?
Will there be an end?
Within clouded minds this question begs
Forgiveness for the sins wrought by vicarious thought...
I can't say, All I know is I love you,
Though my whispers shatter on my lips...
Even if the end does come,
I will never forget what you've given me.
Even when the light fades out,
When the moon falls away and
I fall into oblivion.