I do
not sleep here. This place
is for the dead, eternal,
sacred and unholy alike – even those
who do not believe they are
dead. There is no pleasure
in awaiting the memories of
memories that sleep must bring,
not while I am able to daydream
a different past,
imagine a wedding
without dancing, dances without
death, and perhaps a lover
who did not look back.

sitting with sunflowersNote:
Eurydice was the wife of Orpheus (the musician). She was bitten by a snake at their wedding dance; he went into the Underworld to bring her back. The rest is a regular Greek tragedy, but essentially: Orpheus, you had ONE job.