A Flow Of Memories
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Mark R Slaughter
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Drip upon me
Thine eyes of tears
In searching out from depths of brown
You track the fears
Meandering down your face
We find a place apart
In mind:
Ah! to court the end –
We cannot start afresh
In lands we live
Cursed beyond the realms of now
For we could never be
And while we dream of calling back a time
To be as one of love sublime,
Drinking out the days of mellow wine,
Life laughs!
You cast out emotions,
Find another man!
And I?
In my meandering,
I find anew a love with inner deserts
Parched of hope
Onwards!
Now a storm:
As clouds thunder in their black torment,
I cry in harmony,
Sing our song of history
Perfumed
And slender on your legs,
A flow of memories
Lament your walk away,
Leaving me to fail in love
Upon another day
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014
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