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come the morning
of redemption –
city lights
to fade your doubt
for every time
another came
and I was left without
breath no longer easy
was a plead for me
to stay
tho I couldn’t hear
I wouldn’t hear
words you’d never say
for every life
you promised
another perfect place –
an empty barn
a broken fence
memories retraced
to kiss this ground
and cleave my heart in two
been buried
more than once –
beside the river
next to you
shadows slide
on maple floors
while someone that I knew
remembers me
from other times –
a lover passing through
the worst is done
the right made wrong –
and who am I
for asking –
will the crops be gone
before the frost
is come
faraway
so faraway
and where we’ll be
worth telling –
city lights
are faded now
to places faraway
would stay the sun
and block the path
from taking more to pay
the bills tomorrow
bargained for –
with love so far
away
. . .
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Far away but not forgotten
The berries are spoiled
And the apples are rotten
But those loved
Are not forgotten
Though far away.
……..Good night sweet lady…….xo