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Jan 2014
This empty house calls out
Be still
Be still and let your body fall
This photograph which kisses me
Turns round and leaves me
Quite alone
Be still she says and takes your place.
Takes the place of someone who I never knew
Takes the place of knowledge that I never had
Of boats and hills and waterways of unicorns and smiles
That never touched you never held you never watched you cry
So take the place of memories of yesterday take away or take the place of memories that fade away
Looking down on empty car parks, children’s rides that barely move
A picture frame that balances the window in the wall.
So close your eyes for no surprise no kisses and no compromise
Be still she says be still and wait.
The final cut was drawn too late.
Take my pride and take my faith take my shame and take the place
Of memories and uniforms the silver strings – your friend who sings
Like foreign sand and dear regrets and all the times you carried me
And all those things I did with you
So take the place or take away these memories of yesterday
So take away or take the place of memories
That died today.
Desmond Lane
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Desmond Lane
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