A haunting, atmospheric transmission of eternal longing, grief, and the purgatorial nature of memory
Blessed be.
Velumbound.
(A lone voice whispers)
Waiting in this dark, swirling abyss
I miss the soft touch of your hand, your voice and that unforgettable first kiss
Inside, although it hides
Is my old heart that once cried
Now silent and still
As I prowl through old streets
As I once did
Dawn no longer interrupts me
So all night all I search for you in here
For I know we are cursed to forget names and faces when we enter
But only remember
The past, for that is what always lasts
But as I hunger for the thing I love the most
You, my familiar old ghost
I can only pray through this swirling grey smoke that chokes
As I trail around like a bull wearing a harvest yoke
You'll find me
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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