Halcyon Days
Long live in halcyon days
of yore the golden age
of my history mysteries
known to none but one.
My inner terminal washed
in ancient memory and gilded
in halcyon rays...
Of a memory remembered differently
known to none!
But one my inner sight encrusted
in a veneer of a golden age,
starting to crack
and
peel…
The Falling Away.
Reflects the truth of a mystery
burred deep in my history
like a corpse of a former life
longed to live in halcyon days...
Gloried in fading gilded rays of memories…
A lone.
Long
live
Halcyon Days!
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