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In Remembrance of Andrea
- In Remembrance of Andrea -
I remember you, I know you, I feel you deepest in my breast.
I love you for all your darkness and your light, your fallen soul,
And your strong spirit, which ever caresses me in my sorrows.
Before you I was so lonely, empty, longing for the sweet breath,
Which is the only thing that can, of my troubled heart console.
I want you to take me home, to the palace of all our tomorrows!
Lead me back to where it all began, to where we met in long bygone times.
I remember walking with you through the old desert, knowing.
Laughing, loving, singing, living and watching the sun as it set...
I know you, I have always known you, and I shall do so again.
We were at the shores of ancient waters, the wind softly blowing,
I let you see the old me, and I was as a child without any regret.
You were the waters that soothed me and washed away my pain!
Lead me back to where it all began, to where I first heard you voice sublime.
I remember your touch, and all the yesterdays in which I felt it.
I find myself in you, and in me you find yourself completed fully,
We have met in dreams, in flesh, and in every hour of longing.
I retrace in my bosom every place in which we walked or did sit,
And since your passing, I find them devoid of fairest company.
Only the wind remains, but now I find its' touch merely stinging!
Lead me back to where it all began, to where your name carried purest magic.
I remember your face, my hands longing to trace its' fair form.
As once they did, when I held you so close, so warm and perfect,
And though the world may hate us, in each other we had bliss...
But the paradise we dreamed of was swallowed by a cruel storm.
A beautiful memory, which in the waters of the sea may reflect,
Where that sea is our special place, where once we shared a kiss!
Lead me back to where it all began, to before I tasted tears grown ever tragic.
I would return to the waters of our true home, of all our dreams.
Not all the wastelands in which we wandered, but our destination,
Our palace of tomorrow, which was old when man was young...
And, I would bid the deserts bloom, forth bringing gentle streams.
I would raise a garden in your memory, abundant with elation...
Then, from the rocky heights our song by many lips forever sung!
Sing to me in my heart, sing to me in my soul, and let my scars begin to mend.
I am imperfect, shattered, twisted, changed, broken and remade.
For all that, you loved me and saw in me perfection and not other,
And I saw in you no flaws that were not of this world's making...
Nothing that did not increase your flawlessness; the cooling shade.
I sheltered in that cool air, saved from darkness that did smother,
Generations, as time passed and saw the universe sent all quaking!
Sing to me on the wind, sing to me in the waters, and let your song never end.
I remember you, I know you, I feel you deepest in my breast.
I love you for all your darkness and your light, your fallen soul,
And your strong spirit, which ever caresses me in my sorrows.
Before you I was so lonely, empty, longing for the sweet breath,
Which is the only thing that can, of my troubled heart console.
I want you to take me home, to the palace of all our tomorrows!
Lead me back to where it all began, to where we met in long bygone times.
I remember walking with you through the old desert, knowing.
Laughing, loving, singing, living and watching the sun as it set...
I know you, I have always known you, and I shall do so again.
We were at the shores of ancient waters, the wind softly blowing,
I let you see the old me, and I was as a child without any regret.
You were the waters that soothed me and washed away my pain!
Lead me back to where it all began, to where I first heard you voice sublime.
I remember your touch, and all the yesterdays in which I felt it.
I find myself in you, and in me you find yourself completed fully,
We have met in dreams, in flesh, and in every hour of longing.
I retrace in my bosom every place in which we walked or did sit,
And since your passing, I find them devoid of fairest company.
Only the wind remains, but now I find its' touch merely stinging!
Lead me back to where it all began, to where your name carried purest magic.
I remember your face, my hands longing to trace its' fair form.
As once they did, when I held you so close, so warm and perfect,
And though the world may hate us, in each other we had bliss...
But the paradise we dreamed of was swallowed by a cruel storm.
A beautiful memory, which in the waters of the sea may reflect,
Where that sea is our special place, where once we shared a kiss!
Lead me back to where it all began, to before I tasted tears grown ever tragic.
I would return to the waters of our true home, of all our dreams.
Not all the wastelands in which we wandered, but our destination,
Our palace of tomorrow, which was old when man was young...
And, I would bid the deserts bloom, forth bringing gentle streams.
I would raise a garden in your memory, abundant with elation...
Then, from the rocky heights our song by many lips forever sung!
Sing to me in my heart, sing to me in my soul, and let my scars begin to mend.
I am imperfect, shattered, twisted, changed, broken and remade.
For all that, you loved me and saw in me perfection and not other,
And I saw in you no flaws that were not of this world's making...
Nothing that did not increase your flawlessness; the cooling shade.
I sheltered in that cool air, saved from darkness that did smother,
Generations, as time passed and saw the universe sent all quaking!
Sing to me on the wind, sing to me in the waters, and let your song never end.
Published 30th Mar 2022
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