Lingua Franca
From the heart
Let me start. Let go
Behold where we stand
Do not deem nor fret
Let not tears flow while morrows flicker by
Lest we forget
What we lusted
Embraced, craved & feared
What we lost
Endless hours within endless hours
Of candle-lit nights and lifetimes shared
Every night a deliciously usurping life overtaking the last
Cherishing Utopian dreams and lands of milk and honey
Cared for nothing
Feasted in our hunger
And wined carnality!
Allowed Olympus to blush for us
We CARED not for anything
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Ah! Let the sounds of the city below us drown
The silence of our lives now
Do you hear it? That twilight of hope?
The equinox of our fleeting hearts?
Such elegancy in love!
I hear it on the horizon. Waking me.
Voices.
No… Just one voice. Gentle and serenading, just there, in the honest distance.
Closer then before and surprising, calling.
Understanding and in the dark
There …so close. Teaching.
What a dubiously simple lesson… For today, I am happy.
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