May 2020
You are but
A phantom,
A ghost,
A faint footprint
Of course-
Been death and dust,
For aeons and ages,
Within vanquished pages,
And crumbling stone
You are all that is left
When my lives adjourn.
A phantom,
A ghost,
A faint footprint
Of course-
Been death and dust,
For aeons and ages,
Within vanquished pages,
And crumbling stone
You are all that is left
When my lives adjourn.
Gets hard to breathe sometimes....
