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obscur' tango

there’s a poem in my slumber
in the form of a woman
she calls to me thru a veil of tears
she may have lived a day ago
or a thousand years

I light a torch to guide me
but the darkness is dire
a wind so strong it blows out the fire

maid of mourning & dust
revenant who roams without a soul
I cannot write her flesh
nor a face to make her whole

a battle vaguely rages
scourge of rifles & slashing sabre
but to give it sum & substance
is the poet’s labor

rising smoke obscures the moon
a bugle wails a somber tune
a song devolving to tragic verse
becomes the poet’s curse

there is no poem here
a story that won’t be told
perhaps she is Love, herself –
a mistress I’ll never hold

she weeps as she returns
to the dream from where she came
come back to me another night
and tell me your name…

(Artist unknown)

Written by JohnFeddeler
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