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There were so many faces Faces recognised and known so well It was bitter sweet; a setting for The last look, gathered up in best Frocks with fine hair and cloth A head full of alcohol like a wrecking ball Pivotal, with eyes watching as she set Alight her feelings, burning bright and loud We knew and understood the intensity But were guarded. Young and fragile Was her step away from this family Raw emotion careering and spilling Outward, her head could take no more We took up the night, our souls leaning Laughter setting aside reality for now Early hours confronting us, we stayed Awake and sat round savouring our last Thoughts; holding on to one another Some will never blink in time with us Or look for us once more. The grain Slowly slipping into tomorrow Through the tunnel of night The building becomes sad in its silence Un-trodden carpet quiet, rooms release Their challenges replaced by emptiness Stripped bare, waiting to meet a new voice The finality beckons strength, stillness Of emotion. Calm us will you? Stretch out With me to face another gangway. Throw a New ball so I can catch and return ……. Reaching out!
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
Faces known to me
There were so many faces Faces recognised and known so well It was bitter sweet; a setting for The last look, gathered up in best Frocks with fine hair and cloth A head full of alcohol like a wrecking ball Pivotal, with eyes watching as she set Alight her feelings, burning bright and loud We knew and understood the intensity But were guarded. Young and fragile Was her step away from this family Raw emotion careering and spilling Outward, her head could take no more We took up the night, our souls leaning Laughter setting aside reality for now Early hours confronting us, we stayed Awake and sat round savouring our last Thoughts; holding on to one another Some will never blink in time with us Or look for us once more. The grain Slowly slipping into tomorrow Through the tunnel of night The building becomes sad in its silence Un-trodden carpet quiet, rooms release Their challenges replaced by emptiness Stripped bare, waiting to meet a new voice The finality beckons strength, stillness Of emotion. Calm us will you? Stretch out With me to face another gangway. Throw a New ball so I can catch and return ……. Reaching out!
laura-susan-smith
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
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