3/7/07
How difficult to shake from us things past, Untie the strings of memory that bind The Self of Light striving to emerge And leave our treasured memories behind.
So much is left undone, the soul laments The changeless slow progression of the years A falling back repeating things thought done Our griefs recalled, the waterfall of tears
Shed silently as loved ones round us die And I remain as on a barren isle To watch the willed destruction of my kind And witness greed that does all earth defile.
I have returned to sweet familiar lands, A house of happiness with rooms of pain Where one beloved fought valiantly and lost, And beauty that I shall not see again.
She does not come in dream nor in mind's eye When in these barren nights I speak her name She hears I know behind this false faade And dwells in me an ever brightening flame.
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