Whisper not for once what
was, but now is.
Fight urgent desires
to weep into the night.
Lay a bed soft in the willows
of dreams creeping to corners.
Cry not in vain,
but out of love conditioned.
You haunt my soul
even now as it dies before
a pin-prick of light,
far east of your wild eyes.
Come home Lost Lover.
Call my arms a haven and we
will make of it what we have.
Cry, lost love.
Tears into rivers, that drown
the barest of lands.
Come home...
we will make of it what we have.
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Written May 7th, 2006
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This is really beautiful. The imagery is great, and your choice of words is far from ordinary - well done, I'm sick of seeing words that are uselessly repeated, or have become overused.
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