In these dying days
dawning souls
a heart in bloom
tapestry and music
locked within
with no words to express
what there is inside
twilit skyscapes, love
and laughter.
In these fading days
quiet tragedies
between memories
in photo albums
hushing music with
in the words you say
laden souls look away
from twilit skyscapes, love
and laughter.
In these dying days
you do not see
your heartbeat
glinting in the Son
or hear
the calling fields
of reverie.
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