Words and Dust


That old man time

Have forgot and left

Behind me an hour

Now I’m running out

Of light and love

The moon no longer

Lingers above – and the

Stars sigh for the loss

Of their love

The fall of the leaves and rain

The midnight wind – it’s sighs

And sounds – voiceless words

Of love inseparable

I catch at times, at times I miss

The sigh, the kiss, I knew so well

Why was it so? That our

Spell must end, I do not know.

And then we kissed and

Said goodbye – as I gather

To my heart but words and dust

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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