an hour glass acoustic sound
I am of all I cannot dream to be.
of names that swim the crying of a man
your noise so beautiful
leaving me lonesome still.
our romance through a dance
with kisses bright as sunlight through your eyes
that took my skies
and swam the seven oceans of my heart;
I am all of what is left
of summers crawling west
to clocks that ticked our holiday of sin
where the cancer of your voice
reeled me in
on hooks of armchair beards
that grew no choice
the dam that flickered light this rocking man
dying on a teardrop of your tear.
how many faces stranger in my home
where all I am
a stranger on the streets of bone and prayer.
the stream that takes me left side to your grave
that eats my soul of secondary skin
reels me in on a carpet burn of flint.
I know jesus loved the colour of your hair
at scarbourough fair
time our own
that took us home
when younger than the trees that brought us here
allowed my death of laughter
paint sunshine on your face.
let me die in your arms each second I awake.
take me home
your mountain home
one day I'll meet you there;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 24th, 2024 11:52
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Comments5
The sadness and longing of this beautiful elegy cannot help but touch the heart of those who read it, I know it had a very powerful effect on me.
thank you Bella....
am very touched by such a comment.
You just brought a tear to me with this one my dear friend, solemnly beautiful, if there is only ever to be one thing left then let it be these memories that can take you back to a time where you remember who you once were. 🌹
thank you Teddy....
a very touching comment
and very much appreciated, as always.
Brilliant work. You paint this scene so well.
thank you my good friend
"stranger on the streets of bone and prayer" ...what a great line. Nice work.
thank you once again Dan.
youre very kind.
So many songs drift in free association, bits and pieces of memories. Nicely done
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