For one long October day
He comes over here to pray
For the lost one, for the one
Who stays.
He berieved ten moons ago,
But he feels her eidolon
When the sun goes down so slow
And burns the sky.
At the lonely grave on plain
In abandoned notime space
He is listening to her silent song again,
And on and on again...
In the mist of unsaid words
Drinks the poison of lost feelings
To forget that he's the living,
When he cries to join her in her dead sleep.
And embraced by Morpheus' wings
To subconscious terrain leads
Stony path of broken dreams...
He falls asleep... to die for her...
The epitaph for both:
"You mustn't have gone!"
Epitaph
© Copyright: Алексей Алхазов, 2010
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Something unusual. Though I like the words. Thanks
Максим Митрофанов 2 18.02.2010 12:13 • Заявить о нарушении
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