Another season of grief
I witness,
nearing the edge
of silence,
as the churchyard
reverberates
with melody ,
so deathly still,
Turning the pages , I sit
all daunted lest I uncover
some sanguine phrases next.
As the shadows of
ivory lamps glows,
the light comes and passes on ,
the flame no longer
dances to the song of wind,
nor it will.
- 00:00,
It's finally time:
The needle is dropping,
It's time to let go O monsieur
of a magniloquent trailing
shade of red,
The ashes I don't fear my love,
it's the gray look that I dread.
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