Farewell forever, I’m leaving you now.
I’m running far away, to the forests in the east.
Farewell forever, I’m finally leaving.
I’m sailing far away past the waters to the west.
Farewell forever, I’m taking off now.
I’m flying far away to the auras in the north.
Farewell forever, I’ll not return soon.
I’m traveling far away past the tropics to the south.
Farewell forever, Finally I am gone.
I’m aiming for far away,
Past the stars,
Past the heavens,
To my haven of Shangri-La.
The Invisible Ink:
We say goodbye more often than perhaps we realize. Of course, there are the ones that are obvious; saying farewell to those who are leaving, saying goodbye to those who we leave. Having to bid farewell to those taken from us. There’s more to goodbye than all of that though. Some people lament farewells, but it’s just the way of life. We move on, we close those chapters. But like the best books and a good movie — they’re never truly gone.
This actually isn’t a new poem. I remember writing this years and years ago in High School. Looking back on my old stuff from that ‘era’ I rarely see anything I like. It’s mostly your usually angst-y, emo-y teen garbage. But, apparently on occasion I wrote something decent.
I know there isn’t really much to it. Nothing real thought provoking and such, but I like the simplicity and the gentle little images it gives.
Originally written August 5th 2004~.
This one is oddly comforting. I dunno if it’s the mood I’m in, but I really it.
Yea. When I read it, I thought the same thing. Saying Farewell Forever isn’t something you’d think you would enjoy — but it’s one of those necessary evils in life. When I read this one it sort of gave that feeling that you have to accept it, and it’s not always bad.