Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Endure
Across nights fair lawn
No silvered footsteps
Follow my heart home
Where there is no reply
Wait not for the day
It shall not return again
And crown in soaring sunrise
The dark is all we are given
To expend passion like beasts
Or if you must endure
This silence unequalled
Think long on this
We never said goodbye
Nor tasted again the rain
Icy pearls of hope and fortune
Swift to fall, swift to dry
Like life, fleeting and vain
Save for the memories
And may we take them
Let them water dreams
When all is stilled to loneliness
And be ever content
Or rail against all we have done
That it does not endure
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