Dead Life [poetry]

He died before she was born
But she still gazes long at his picture
She still sings all his songs

She weeps to know his future is at a standstill
Her grief rises from the depths of her soul
Her tears fall from a broken heart at the threshold of her own dark doorway destination

But she still sings all his songs
A sugar child believing all she needs is love to put El Dorado together again
But sugar children, like dreams, dissolve in the global hatred among us

But she still sings all his songs
And we lie empty and cold in the pouring rains of tomorrow
Listening to the rise and cries of her ghost-like voice