Saturday, 19 April 2014

Saying Goodbye

I whispered to her
Not one word did she reply
She slept on untroubled

I lay my head down
And felt the warmth of her skin
On my fingertips

How many goodbyes
How many kisses goodnight
Before the bell rings?

And then the call comes
It is hard to say goodbye
When your love has flown

The fire of your life 
Is finally extinguished
Burning everything

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  1. That last verse is a power house..when the bell tolls it sometimes has no mercy..I love how you have played with light and sound..makes for a very a deep impact

  2. I like the paradox of fire going out and burning everything. Some losses are not to be recovered, at least not in the way we would prefer.