Echoes In a Dirge
They are all gone, long gone,
Crossed beyond the great
Rubicon
Yet echoes of their names comes
and goes like a beacon.
Imagination playing on my senses
I am ready to accept the unreal
Dumping the surreal events deeply
buried,
In memory crevices that don't
breakdown.
Echoes of a dirge refusing to fade
away;
Thrusts from the past to the present
as in a cascade
All playing on my imagination's
facade.
Voids so deep, time lingering
to have its fill.
Past and presentin a mix of
bittersweet thrill
Lamentations ever persistent none
to succour.
A daily scourging of the present living
none to moor.
Transition of my friends the hereafter
on my mind.
A thin line between the great divide,
a Rubicon to find
Echoes in a Dirge.
(Written 16th January, 2016)
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2018
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