The dead do speak,
our love has been dead for years,
yet,
your spirit shows up in my dreams
night after night.
It shows up in my moons,
in the silhouette of a quiet sun,
in the daze of a dream deferred,
in the melancholy of happiness,
in the scent of desire,
in the despair of peace,
in the yearnings of infinite possibilities,
in the cresting fluids of my surrender,
in the streams of my bleeding heart!

The dead do speak!
I hear your love asking;
for absolution,
for redemption,
for everlasting memories!

The dead do speak....
I hear the screeching sound of your love
pulling me to the other side,
where I belong,
Where we belong,
Where you and I, are the sum,
of all things that were and all that is.

The dead do speak.
I hear you,
I feel you by my side!

Keep talking to me....
I can hear you!!!!


LeydisProse
7/19/2017
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