A Poet's Haven

A journey of lustrums too few to count…
I hear upon the gentle touch of strings on a violin…
As I set motionless except the wetness upon my cheeks…

A journey of lustrums too few to count the memories…
A grey mist drifted through moments less joyfull…
I am carried in the strum of a guitar through happier moments….

A journey of lustrums too few to count…
As I feel my heart beginning to smile…
Those sweet kisses we shared day and night…

A journey of lustrums too few to count…
I hear the gentle touch upon the piano keys…
Sparked the moments our bodies entwined…

A journey of lustrums too few to count…
Voices silenced by life and time…
Replayed in the music of our moments…

A journey of lustrums too few to count…
That could not pass despite the number of seasons…
Our love lives on in the soliloquy of music we wrote…

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