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Yata bionaka Feb 2019
I think of ways and roads oh my!
And paths to take and travel by
And ways both false and sometimes true
But none of them leads me to you

Am chased by ghouls and wraiths of yours
The thought of you is now my curse
You never said we'd chart this course
Now am pursued by ghosts of you

Why? I'd ask. And my reply
Would be that love does multiply
And hearts are eager to comply
Am chased myself but not like you

I was captured and my captors taunt
They let me leave then set to hunt
They give me all the things i want
But deny me sweet old thoughts of you

The faces here are sweet and fair
The leaves are green and flowers here
Here's fragrance more than I can bear
But all is not that's not of you

All the land that has you not
All the games that played you not
All the tales you hadn't taught
Are false and so cannot be true.

I see your pain and feel it too
You swore as I and daily do
This depth that aches with woes and rue
Cannot be whole except with you

I know, but know thee I am naught
Then what? Pray tell becomes my lot
Am gone and life is what you've got
But life alone is life with you

I've broken turns and  brokered terms
I've come to great tormenting harms
I've waited, prayed and done the psalms
Just to be again with you

Been years since your teeth were beams
And since my tears had streaked in streams
And since the earth had claimed your hymns
Since I'd been lost in dreams of you
The tales of loss are oh so common and they never grow old.

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