Darkness comes like a favourite friend
In this
The longest of nights
In time
Creeping in like Mesopotamia
Depriving me of sleep
Underneath its meager skies
As weather chimes
Overcast
Sing and whistle
In rhyme
O Lord,
Hear my cry
On your
Most High
Open up my soul contract
And declare by your decree
My freedom
Freedom to find my Lucinda
The girl who once gave me her number
Only to lose me
By the strike of your thunder
Hear me
O Mighty Lord
Cut the cord
Cut the cord
So I can leave this place
Of smoke and ash
So I can just run.....
To find her
But in whispers
I see viewers
Viewers like you
So here's to you
Vos.
Viri et feminae habent splendorem verborum et cogitationum striatorum.
Oro apud te ut maneas.
IN MEMORIAM.
Vos.
Habent splendorem verborum et cogitationum striata.
Tu solus.
laudare possum.
Vos.
Scrutatores Involucri Creatoris
tempus abusores impellit.
Liberi ac numquam emit.
(English translation.)
You.
The men and women that have brilliance of words and fluted thoughts.
I pray with you to stay.
In Memories.
You.
That have brilliance of words and fluted thoughts.
Only you.
I can praise.
You.
The searchers
Creator's
Time abusers.
Be free and never
Bought.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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