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Tom Lefort Jan 7
Every step of all my many paths
Have reached their bitter end.
No lights of life are left to guide,
I put them out along the way.
Like scattered truths behind me
The embers of a fire once mine;
I left them there to fade and die,
Yet once they lit my way.

Tom Lefort 2024
Tom Lefort Jan 5
I walk within the shadows you left behind.
Those twilight places - still and silent -
A lost lover's noman's land.

Scattered there the broken hopes we had.
Our sacred dreams - spent and failed -
My longed for lover's battleground.

Tom Lefort January 2024
Tom Lefort Oct 2023
Forty year's pass.
Then and now the same.
I don't recall the differences.
Emotions never change.

From boy to man.
Him and I unchanged.
I won't repent my sinfulness.
Mistakes of which I'm made.

Tom Lefort 2023
Tom Lefort Sep 2023
Each drink revives that cry for home,
Swallow now the heavy thirst for time.
Where oceans of much loved pasts
Come crashing down in wine.
Each night revokes my every day,
Drink deep the endless need for then.
That swell of longed for yesterday's
Each drop a love of mine.

Tom Lefort 2023
Tom Lefort Sep 2023
I held you once. Lips sealed, eyes closed;
Hearts as one.
I loved you once. Passions fire, reason lost;
A life undone.
I mourn you now. Years past, shadows drawn;
Consequence now come.

Tom Lefort 2023
Tom Lefort Sep 2023
What has become of us?
This rage of time, the war on youth.
Where pleasures once were known secure
Now nightmare days deceive that trust.
We are broken, we are lost.
Our beauty gone, the cost we bear.
Where futures once were all we held
Now endings wait our regretful tales.

Tom Lefort September 2023
Tom Lefort Jul 2023
The magic of summer twilight casts a spell
In ink blue incantations and honeysuckle dew.

Each shadow stretched out like the years,
That spread deeper and darker, stronger too.

As the mystery of day's last light is cast afresh,
Gentle glows, fearfully goes our sacred time.

Hidden there we lose and find ourselves,
In the murmur of the evening breeze, our lullaby.

It sends us, brings us to a mystic place
In which we all relive each memory's hew.


Tom Lefort July 2023
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