Friday, September 11, 2015

The Only One

The flowing river halts,
All of the honey dries
When moon and sun dance waltz
And all the shadows rise
To keep Earth from breathing,
And the snakes go writhing.

It is the sight of death.
A painful, dying soul.
Though I still have my breath,
I lose my own life's role
To see what's beautiful,
To sing what is truthful.

O a dark day will come
When there'll be break to drum
And only good to some.

When you're gone from this world ...
O let that day not be.
I'll cherish you in cold,
I will set your soul free
Because you are my love,
The only one I have.
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