Requiem To Rebirth
T Tom Billsborough
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White temple tall I stand.
As lips apart, the doors are open
To all Faiths. The organ swells
The pipes both red and blue
With melancholy music.
The choir breathes out
The nave breathes in the oxygen of song
And from the lectern
Rings the final eulogy.
And yet the catafalque is bare
Since she has flown, inhabits every pore,
And fills my halls with glorious memory.
I am an empty building, void in silence
Unless I drink you in, my love,
O my superior essence.
Bu şiiri puanla
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