Treasures Lost

The night is deep. The silence, empty.

And I yearn to hear the voice of God.

At times I weep, for death seems tempting,

A soul burnt out. A broken bod.  

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Feelings once felt, and lives well lived,

Viewed now through looking-glass;

Like Orion’s Belt, and the light it gived

I glimpse a long lost past…

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When with blazing majesty, and cosmic wonder,

She streaked across my sky;

To ignite a tapestry, of love and thunder,

So brave, we were – not shy!

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And our passions birthed, a wonder-girl,

Like an angel sent from heaven;

Warm sunshine ‘earthed’ – a perfect pearl,

Alas both, from me, now driven.

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Where once I held, a life so charmed,

So clean. So pure. Not odd!

In a lonely cell, my soul lays darned,

As I yearn for the voice of God…