Going Back

Going Back

Revisiting those streets,

Alone, cold and miserable memories,

Brought me only a mirth.

Why should I still care ?

My memory would save,

If ever I saw you again.

Candles lit in homage.

A quiet room.

A distant tune.

A cold wind blowing through.

This religious reverence,

Almost a pure code of honour,

Held me rapt.

And forced me awake.

Fed me light.

And stole my pain.

Covenants being betrayed,

A life of lustre gone.

Shadows falling upon tiled floors,

Bitter sweet tears stain,

And deep caverns haunt.

You are still here.

And I alone.

Clever little tricks of light,

Filter to my eyes.

A hue of ghostly veils,

The power of unrequited love.

A scene for distant shores.

The soul of mine implores,

I'm passing all the open doors.

Behold how I break the laws,

Crushed now on flagstone floors....