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From This Grave

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…and from this grave a flower grows
A little part of what’s lost shows
Then one tear from these eyes flow
At the sight of a flower that grows.

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Requiem to a Hopeful Twilight

A single tear from her soul only
Comes softly with the words “Just hold me”.
That cold summer, drifting, lonely.
I don’t remember what it was that came before.
Preceeding the darkened night,
Being a requiem to a hopeful twilight,
An angels song; a bewitching blight,
Does nothing to lift her from the floor.
There is a silence after her song.
There is the light before the dawn!
There is the hope that she’s forgotten!
These are the dreams that once were trodden.
She survives because she endures.
Now of one thing she’s sure:
Her hopes and dreams are worth the gain,
Worth the work, and all the pain.
She sees darkness itself is to blame,
Her souls tear, an angels song, the same.

A Path In The Dark

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Looking into anothers eyes
What is there for me to spy?
A window to the soul unclear,
Stained glass and clouded tears.
What then lies beneath? Who knows?
Something from the darkness shows,
And I’m a light at the end of a path.
Clearing the way for something that can’t?
Two steps forward and one step back.
What matters is the one that lasts.