In Gloria Aeterna
But that answer is simple, and hardly the true meaning of the feelings in my heart. I will die. It is a matter of time, whether it is sooner rather than later. Whether illness, ill fortune, an accident, a disaster- my headmate has a song she loves. It's a prayer really, from the Days of Atonement, paraphrased and sung by Leonard Cohen. She loves both versions, but the one by Cohen is more poignant for this moment:
And who by brave assent, who by accident
Who in solitude, who in this mirror
Who by his lady's command, who by his own hand
Who in mortal chains, who in power
And who shall I say is calling?
To the surprise of none, there is another song, one that I found encompasses this ever so well.
Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house
Maybe you'll think of me and smile
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while
Hold me in your thoughts
Take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes
Keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you
So, instead, I suppose, the phrase would be thus:
Amor Aeternus
