Phantoms of the eye
Rain.
Solstice -
running from wind
leads only to wind
And she cries
Night.
Whispers of moonlight water
hushed by the cries
Enveloping slowly the browned carcass
The crimson bone
Silence.
She drifts into the twilight.
Mystery
That of divine sound
would that she see
the notes rise
from my lips
And form into the
words that
cut deep and say
Goodbye.
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