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Lambent Embers
I am in my life’s October, Where passion plays its role And when embers of my memory stir, Their sparks engulf me whole. They help me to remember, And soothe my bereaved soul. Mellow memories imbue my life. And I will never let them go. Her love embraces me like lambskin gloves. Oh God! I miss her so…I miss her so. Why Fate takes ones I love, I’ll never, never know. Why did she have to go, Leaving my soul strafed with strife? She haunts me so. . . She haunts me so. Though wounded, I’m still alive. And, like Orpheus, I’m longing for lost love While memory’s embers keep it alive. She was much more than a wife When her soul left me behind. I’m wandering through our former life, And among its memories, I’m trying to find, A way forward through my forlorn life That can mend my grieving mind. Then again, maybe she never really left, But became the better part of me. Maybe she’s soothing my soul, though still bereft, And trying to heal my heart for me. Take her away, and all that’s left, Is the shell of a man that others see. Memories of her, like tender tears, Soothe my soul on dour days, And when life seems bleak and full of fears, She tenderly lifts me above life’s fray. And like lambent embers not drowned by tears, She stays. . .and stays. . .and stays.
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