(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Seize The Day

Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty, and cold without you here, too many people to Ache over

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry
These streets we travel on will undergo our same lost past

I found you here, now please just stay for a while
I can move on with you around
I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?
I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done
We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one Picture)

Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty, and cold without you here, too many people to Ache over

Newborn life replacing all of us, changing this fable we live In
No longer needed here so where do we go?
Will you take a journey tonight, follow me past the walls of Death?
But girl, what if there is no eternal life?

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one Picture)

Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty, and cold without you here, too many people to Ache over

Trials in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna Die alone without you here,
Please tell me what we have is real

So, what if I never hold you, yeah, or kiss your lips again?
Woodward, so I never want to leave you, and the memories of Us to see
I beg don't leave me

Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty, and cold without you here, too many people to Ache over

Trials in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna Die alone without you here
Please tell me what we have is real

Silence you lost me, no chance for one more day
I stand here alone
Falling away from me, no chance to get back home

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........most interesting and true, ★ One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
I really really liked this poem. Would refer people to John Richter for more intelligent discussions about Emily Dickinson and her works.
Emily's life is a little sad to me. As a young woman she had the opportunity to travel and study at college, something most young girls of her time were not allowed. She developed many great friendships during that time, as well as an unbridled passion for poetry. After returning to her home, where she stayed the rest of her life, she kept her friendships strong by exchanging letters. As the years passed many of her distant loving friends died, leaving her feeling lonelier and lonelier. With most poets I dare not try to fit their poems into their lives, knowing a lot of it could be just artistic banter. But in this case I relent, as I'm certain Emily was treating us to a very special part of her own feelings. A midnight gallop - stone's a'chase represents the fear that might come from a runaway horse and carriage, running as fast and wildly as it can, dangerously through the cobblestone streets of a town. Many of us today can't understand this, but many a pedestrian was killed by runaway horses in congested areas back then. What is more ghastly than a ghost in front of you? One inside of you, chalked with loneliness....... I love Emily Dickinson.