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Tom Lefort Dec 2019
An age ago, the summer of our youth;
That Eden where those sun kissed memories burnt their legacies deep into our wounds.
Oh those days, the fire within our souls,
A rage of youth that lovers yearn thereafter;
A squall of passion, a fire unquenched,
Those days of days, that time of our lives
Which still ember glow and light our now,
Where we will forever see and grieve
With gladdened hearts and grateful minds.
Tom Lefort Jun 2019
Consumes me, controls me with a Poisoned passion that cracks my face
Against the past;
The horrors of my idiocy, the idiocy of
My horrors,
Falling and failing, falling further still
From my fainthearted present toward
Those broken, bitter,
Love soaked memories.

Takes me, betrays me, awakens me
From my calm to reap my soul
For lovers still held fast;
In that pain of passions fire,
The scars of youth;
Beautiful but fading, fading faster still
To a shadow of a hope once held fast
In my reckless,
Broken, love provoked yesterday.
Tom Lefort May 2019
I never said goodbye,
In that slight of smile,
Or wink of an eye,
Those unanswered letters,
Your deepening sigh;
In my heartbeats skipped,
Our questions why;
No, I never ever gave to you
My last goodbye.

TS Lefort 2018
Tom Lefort May 2019
Mourned are the times we so loved but lost,
Wasted are the words we spoke in years forgot;
Regrets now all that bind as one our fractured hearts,
Broken be our lives yet still entwined by lovers knots.

TS Lefort 2017
Tom Lefort May 2019
Moment - Secret - Mine - Drink,
Stirs - Stokes - Secrets - Awoke;
Burn - Gone - Memories - Choke,
Light the fire of long lost love
And blow away the smoke.

TS Lefort 2018
Tom Lefort May 2019
Lights above the summer fair reflect on tins of Super
And there within a sublime madness, I find my lifelong stupor.
Drunk, cry, drink, sky, on our backs in laughter;
But this disparate, foolish love of mine is nothing you are after.
Bass, hearts, twilight, beat; that soundtrack cuts me still,
Above the fair, out of our minds, upon that wind of ill.

                                                                                     TS Lefort 1987
Tom Lefort May 2019
From these shores, we quietly slip away,
Across a wake of raging memories;
Through the storms we were, such crashing waves,
Upon that rock of friendship, this tide of time betrays.

TS Lefort 2019

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