Deep
below the ancient glades,
A
tale that love had forbade,
Some
understanding lost to time,
Where
once we danced, she were mine.
All
of this void, I now live,
Is
the tomb of despair, separations give,
Summertime
elapsed into the ether,
Where
tragedy means, I'll not see her.
Laughing
as if life depends on how,
Fun
was to fill us with a sacred vow,
Closer
than slippers by our comfy bed,
Were
the heartbeats within, pumping the red.
Nothing
greater could have taken me away,
To
feed my spirits, forever and a day,
She
was the wind caressing, leaving trace,
The
last good smile, to ever grace my face....
Inspired
by.
Castles
in the air, Don Mclean.
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