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Ghost knight, playing Tolkienesque chords
over common, white noise,
I still hear you, cosmic brother,
strumming the songs of pentagrams
from your optical guitar,
like that scene out of Star Wars,
all were always welcome at your wild bar –
interplanetary troubadours, euphoric warriors
or a ninja geek incognito, a wistful rhymer
who knew truth seldom whispers,
love is the only real free-artistry,
requiring no discipline, no perimeters,
no limits and no definitions
I still hear you, cosmic brother,
so alive, streaming a high volume
of colours, blue still holds a torch for you,
loud and proud,red engulfs night
without one regret,
but its your delicate gold, my friend,
I can never forget
Copyright © Cyndi Macmillan | Year Posted 2014
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