In a melancholy moment
when first I heard your voice
calling from a deeper place
than memory can erase
where we long to be real
to be seen to breathe
again after all these years
as if a waterfall of tears
Speaking from the heart
is the path of least resistance
for seekers of truth of liberty
for all is temporary this holy
moment is all there is then
suddenly it’s gone before too
long until it comes around
again on the wheel of destiny
Turning back before slipping
away returning to air like
morning dew where feelings
linger in the space of intuition
looking to atone for what went
wrong but it’s too far gone still
searching for solace for you
in this melancholy moment
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