the intensity of lost moments.

The intensity of Lost Moments.
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I recall now in the intensity
of lost moments...

as your eyes danced
with secret smiles..

restoring sanity..

banishing sad memories..
from the lonely head of
youth.

Your voice was a violin
concerto..

Paganini's 4th...

stirring the Seas of My
Heart's calamity..

inviting me into your
Soulful Dungeon..

to sit amongst The Dying
Pines..

and smell The Angel's Perfume..

(the prettiest poison for an
unwell mind.)
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The Ghosts no longer believe
in us My Love...

I feel their Scorn burning
in My Head...

and Their Voices make My
Soul a Funeral Pyre..

(such is the Envy of
The Dead.)
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Are there other Whispers?..

More keen, observant listeners?

Those who know the "Answers."
to the questions that we ask?

I recall now the intensity of
those moments..

and weep.

(as Devils Laugh.)

J.Stephen.H.