Sunday, March 27, 2011

My old work Part Five

THE END OF MIRAGE-


My eyes closing for the last time,
the darkness coming in,
I thought of the battle.
The rose
the music the night made
the sun and moon,
and the mirage.
Him.
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his soul.
His voice
his smile
his laugh
his strife.
His life
his power
his love.
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how I loved him.
How I saved him two times over,
now entering the calmness.
How he saved me two times over,
a mirage no longer.
The mirage.
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how I loved him.
But for loving a mirage there comes a price,
my children always walking with A burden.
The burden the sun and the moon.
Her and him,
sun and moon,
moon and sun.
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I remember the battle.
The fire that set alight the city,
when the statue fell.
Now 98,
I still remember the pain of the battle.
The heat...
The mirage...
No one should suffer the pain he suffered.
I want to be with him.
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he welcomed me with open arms.
My eyes closing for the last time.

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