Blessed be.
Velumbound.
Christmas is a time when we remember those lost to us.
But in memories stay.
(A lone voice whispers)
I sometimes
Still
Dream about you
Right out of the pale blue
Waking with a rare smile after watching what
They all usually develop into
All those intriguing memories
Of us
So unprepared
Interdimensional moments
We once shared
When we felt safe
And not scared
Always
Flow like a molten spiritual review
They soothe my soul
Like midnight prayers
Silently spoken
In the cold but soft air
And at Christmas
That familiar feeling of walking
Carefree
Hand in hand
Down Clearwater's
Yellow sands
Always returns
Of those seemingly long summer nights
When the world seemed calm and not corrupted
By this new song
Been played all around us
In this new storm
So that's why I always return
Here
To the
Cimetière du Père-Lachaise
To rewalk those forgotten old ways
By your grave
While the sun's rays
Still, stay
As my tears play
Je ne peux vivre sans t’aimer
I Can’t Live Without Loving You
In my eyes
Remembering when you were once mine
Until
Like all good things
We ran out of time
(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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