Echoes of empty voices at midnight
Relics of a past long henceforth dissolved
Lay upon the thin cotton sheets in slight
Movement before thou'st ponders thus absolved
Her sweet music box voice, gently lilting
Like the tone of butterfly wings flapping
His tongue-in-cheek laugh, charismatic grin
Like the last smile of sunset's rose chagrin
Fireflies float lazy, dot o'er vast fields
Mourned nightingale twitters, lost in the dark
Yet my saturnine heart I've chose to wield
A somnolent moonrise without a spark
Erstwhile must broken memories haunt thee?
Bitter phantoms' lullabies hummed softly.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
