Fond Ballad
She'd grasped me unwittingly
- we are no more on this earth!
I heard frightened squealing
- we are no more here and there!
those were her last words
big nothing - a simple say
as the end of the world
starts with the end of the day
my love – I'll fallow your way
throughout silvery cobweb
gently plated on horsetail scales
I'll bear thy ashes until last breath
and wind a prophet mad
will blow the tale of dawn
protruding from behind
the veil of scorching night
with waving shimmer
across the fading skies
we'd used to be a dreamers
and soon we'll turn in to a dust
we'd used to be a streamers
amongst the ashed stars
as down below world grimmed
could not resist allure of bars
we'd used to be...
and be the peace with us
we are the leaves of tree
fondly axed apart
Portlaoise 05/03/2016
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