Bittersweet Sympathy

February 5, 2017
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Guitar music fills my ears
is it not strange I should
find myself here
I see a young boy playing
the summer son is gold
in skies fading
He did not know, could now see
the blackness of the night
awaiting me
Fingers strum and shrill notes flow
the past a song through which
all dreams echo
It’s a quiet breed of pain
yet so loud and so cold
like winter's snow
I do not know do not know
in the fog, in the haze
where I should go
Now I float down future's path
warm times brush by again
but much too fast
All I had I had not owned
rising to the sky just
to fall alone
A bright day, a stroke of light
diamonds glitter in the
endless night
the song cuts off, a sad slow
ending to my trip down
memory road
the dead will rest and I see
I have a sea of life
ahead of me

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