Tellmewhattodowithlove
Glowing castles fall to embers
in the dying funeral pyre
no one left who still remembers
who was laid upon the bier
night owls eyes reflect the shimmer
of the burning coals demise
as the flames grow ever dimmer
and the stricken spirit flies
all alone here in the evening
under stars so high above
I am staying,you are leaving,
tell me what to do with love.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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