Poetry of love and loss

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AN-1: Dance in the Night

a delicate lily with amber-brown eyes
I feared for you when the world came light
forever young but growingly wise
I'll always remember our dance in the night

your dark supple skin shone alive by the moon
I feared for you when the world came light
I was always worried you'd leave too soon
I’ll always remember our dance in the night

a bruise where affection and love should dwell
I feared for you when the world came light
I asked and asked but you never would tell
I’ll always remember our dance in the night

the swirl, the dip, the close embrace
a kiss, a grin, a smiling face
I wish, I wish, I wish

not destined to leave, a plea to grow old
you never should've been my marigold

words in the wind, from the clouds, the sky
I feared for you when the world came light
a somber black mass to say goodbye
I’ll always remember our dance in the night



AH-2: Fly

fly free, fly free, please fly fly away
over the clouds this shining white day
be free, be free, be someone you love
weather eagle or sparrow or gleaming white dove

fly free, fly free, fly free my old friend
your wing is set and starting to mend
be free, be free, be free from this plight
your brav'ry gives lift and loving flight

fly free, fly free, please fly fly away
our loving will keep the mad hunters at bay
be free, be free, blend in with the gleam
their bullets can't find you inside the slipstream

fly hard and fast, your friends, we agree
let go this place and fin'lly be free



AH-3: The Needle

it’s cold in here, this bright sterile tomb
hidden ‘hind eyes, pain blunted and soft
sheets are mere paper, crumpled by rage
the air is thick with bleach and decay

perched on a chair with time-weary eyes
reflecting the endless-long watch into night
you landed us here, your reckless delight
you leaped and crashed whilst trying for flight

i’m happy a hard wingéd creature won’t be
or small and broken, encased in clay
ripped angry skin 'neath fabric, bright white
dusted with crusty brown polka t'day

i’ll hide you from death as long as i can
neither of us will die through this again