Like a ghost in decay
14 April 2016
Courtesy fubiz.net
Look upon horizon see the trees that will grow
Through the empty playgrounds where the voices holler
They fabricate reason for a token to show
Cinderella makes rounds for midnights to colour
The king tries for treason as the daffodils slow
Fading garland surrounds the beard like a trawler
Flowers out of season smother traces of snow
Flickering net makes grounds for souls to grow taller
You called upon me once like a ghost in decay
The moon shone through your frame like a weeping willow
Head hung facing two suns as three to music sway
For beating heart to tame shoulder to cast pillow
I offered you sun’s bunce web of golden threads’ play
You resumed aging game sliced orphan and widow
Reading of the poem:
Courtesy ohbthewayblog.blogspot.com
Xibalba – Clint Mansell
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Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swAicg0GjNg
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