it’s gently bowing down – the warm sun on the azure sky
millions of frenzied sighs break the stillness
of an unhurried afternoon I spend by the placid lake
and read some letters written long ago but never posted
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the papers are worn out, brown and yellow
I blink at them, the words are hazy, distorted
mist from the lake has clouded the eyes, I pretend
but the desolation continues to grow
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I delve into the letters often
they are the reminders of the promises you made
between the fading lines lies the grave
of a thousand lies, you spoke, glibly, slyly
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the lies of eternal love, of a happy home
the names you chose for our children, never born
the love we added and multiplied with patience
you divided and subtracted your share pence by pence
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the sky is suddenly overcast, the lake agitated,
the wind howls, sings a mournful ballad
it plucks the perished words from my quivering hands,
the lake creates for them a marshy tomb
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the sun dissolves itself into the lake,
the dirge of the acrid past fades into the stillness
Ah, they’re dead too – the demons that I harbored
Tethys rises from the lake, envelopes me into a soothing hug
I rise too, with the tranquil moon.
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