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Baby, tread soft
For here lie our fondest dreams

Lost

To love gone
The way of restless ghosts
Lingering like a breath of wind
With a kiss of sea and Salt
Across spectral lips

The lasting scars
Worn into a soul
Like and endless march

Cut deep and dark
Read and angry
Left by the harm
Hurt people cast
Like stones to break bones
upon
Hurting people
Goes on and on

There is no love left
Lingering at the edges
Of a long memory, here.

Just images fading
From the horizon
Succumbing to a dying light
Where rivers of time lost
Flow into an ocean
Of desire gone dry

Still
There are warm rooms
Built by memory
Bathed in flickering light
Unchained from the flow of time
Where mingling ghosts meet
To dance in the ether
Like dead friends dancing in heaven

There is no forever
It’s true.
There are beginnings and endings
An eternal wheel turning

Immortal hearts
Blessed with death
To be born again

Indestructible souls
Destroying
To begin again.