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Bought and sold
Bought and sold
Listen to the worth of winds final gasp
As a woman scurries from sight,
While the tempered glow of a dying flame
Shows the mass of nothing in her cold, dark face
Streetlights brighten the silent shadows
In the hush as dusk approaches,
But hear what’s left of distant sounds
Greeting the moons arrival
For she bares the sin of classic doubt
Of those unnamed in her quiet house,
And waters wash away the aimless souls
When the lies for tomorrow are bought and sold
Into the hour this darkness falls
While hushed is the mystery of the night,
And like a breath we shall catch the wind
Lost in a memory past
It dwells in a gilded cage of time
The signs of her life’s encounter,
But midnight holds only dreams untold
And a tomorrow that never comes
For we are bound to a feeling held,
Lost in its thoughts imagination,
Held forever in this moment of doubt
With those who are bought and sold
cont
Now it ticks upon the wall
A clock, in soft despair,
While on pathless streets to hidden alleys
She waits for day’s arrival
Of the years that past her by she dreams,
Dreams of a lost desire;
Trembles to the feeling of the touch of a hand
And the memory of a thought unspoken
For truth departs and simplicity is past,
Here in the cold of the night,
When fate enkindles its dark enigma
And the lies that we have bought and sold
by m.norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
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