Where has it gone
the splendour of my heart-song?
Where has it stolen away
leaving behind this empty shell
crusty, brittle and tired,
devoid of any glimmer of love
or a tremble of laughter
or even a remembered joy?
Will this night never end?
Will life ever return to my bones
now marowless.
Will passion flood (like it used to)
and throb and leap through my veins
taking me by surprise?
Do the ashes contain a hidden spark
that might catch my lips unawares
and set fire to my eyes?
Are dead stars ever reborn?
the splendour of my heart-song?
Where has it stolen away
leaving behind this empty shell
crusty, brittle and tired,
devoid of any glimmer of love
or a tremble of laughter
or even a remembered joy?
Will this night never end?
Will life ever return to my bones
now marowless.
Will passion flood (like it used to)
and throb and leap through my veins
taking me by surprise?
Do the ashes contain a hidden spark
that might catch my lips unawares
and set fire to my eyes?
Are dead stars ever reborn?
Even in apparent darkness, there is so much light that emanates through your talent. A reflection of the beautiful soul.
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