Amicum Redire

Agony swirling between thy ears

Nearly bringing thou to tears.

That did cease when rest was sought,

Surprised was thine when waking brought

His eyes to meet and lock with hers

She who left so long before,

Now they all began to stir;

Every feeling we may afford.

Blessed we charged for to embrace.

Our souls did touch how sweet thy taste.

How bitter & sweet did reunite.

Even if just for a night.

Grateful just to view her face.

Typically not one to feel,

Yet this was a special case.

Off away my thoughts did peel,

Caught by paper not to waste.

So the show it still goes on.

On it goes, indeed it shows,

The path to that we call our home.

Where the heart did and does lie.

Lies our hearts tell you and I.

We try and try to outsmart ourselves,

So lay thy down besides the shelf.

There we’ll see what’s in his eyes.

The pain that grows in sweeping tides.

Cry you might but don’t feel bad.

This is all we’ve ever had.

Any else’s we may hold, must

Die before the quick and bold.

When everyone is but a thief,

Being dumbs the only crime.

What a beautiful relief,

To know that everybody lies.

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Praeteritum

atlas-close-up-dark-592753.jpgClockwork turns behind the lens.

That who greeds with will amends;

Forgiven doth thrive high and dry.

Seeking friend how wayward thy?

Signals rest in cryptic lies,

phrases blended, scripts aligned.

Symbols print out changing tides.

Dependence broken, just in time.

Now we wait and watch the signs.

Words he writes may cease to rhyme.

Here Nothing is but still a thing.

Some thing is just one anything,

So Everything is all the things.

Heard forgotten spirits singing

Vibrant song for message bringing

Steer the notes who bend and swing,

That float from ringing metal strings.

Seeking peace to ease the mind,

Lest our thoughts be left behind.

Think us toward some brighter times

To times For which we raise a toast

To one for all for one who holds,

For thine who fell and thy of old

Shall Shine before their weary souls

Who’s tree-like spirits skim the skies

With Minds still showered by

how’s? and why’s?

Soon We’ll wonder why we Arrived,

Why life was always such a hurry.

Dismiss such need for pointless fury,

Nor banter, racket, ruckus flurries

Flourishing Nourishing, words to restore

Words that may ease us when spirit is sore

in wait we Graciously painted the shores

Insatiably impatient he wines for more

Whilst I wait watching the magical

floor, until my eyes get dry and sore.

If this is what your hoping for,

Than stick around for what’s in store.

Until next time my lyric pour

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