The shadow behind the sun, the echo of her words,
Meanings stuck in transit, the music of the birds,
Brimming lives at stake, my friend, as all hearts ache,
Years pass by like phantoms, the passions of the heart,
Silence breeding silence,  the faeries take their part,
Forget what you remember, give and never take.
Veil the mysteries of time, of place, the ever brimming lake
Mirroring the wind tonight to shake us into spring.
We need what has been lost, my friend, we plead
And beg and yearn. Lying in the mystery  we
Perceive and half-create the stillness of the sea,
That’s there, beyond the five-bar gate. We forget as days
Evaporate; we only catch a glimpse, So wrap our dreams
In ghost writing, discount all that just appears or seems.




◄ A lamentation upon the fall of Constantinople 29th May 1453

Hearts are thrown at strangers, aren't they? ►


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