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Justan Rahming Feb 2013
where are all the people, where have they all gone?
moved away after things went very wrong
smokey remains stand in place of trees
ashes fly from the flames from the burning leaves

Running any direction, I come to an impenetrable wall
structure so strong, seems to be eternally tall
am I really trapped within this burning down land?
air so thick, with ground so hot, it is hard to stand

Visions before the ashes began to rain
Visions before my eyes of the insane

people crowded in the streets, screaming out
fear flood the air when bodies started to mount
terror and sadness came over my heart and eyes
Hearing the sound of my loved ones goodbyes

Trying to help, nothing is worth more to me now
push them out of harms way in anyway I knew how
over the wall I lift the crying ones
echos sounds from the firing guns

Left behind in this torched land of memory
forever witness to the visions of tragedy
the walls grow over me, in this blackened tomb
I sit near the wall, watching the dark fires insume
De la brasa de amor que me consume
se alza la rosa de tu epifanía.
Canto de gozo en la mitad del día.
Sagarda columnita del perfume.

Fuego azul y elevado que me insume
tiempo de llanto y hora de alegría.
Cantares en sazón de letanía.
Tórtola fiel y ruiseñor implume.

La espesa sombra derrotada ha sido
por la llama feliz, clara memoria
de tu beso, en mi pecho estremecido.

Sólo leal a la tenaz historia
de tu amor y mi amor, lirio encendido
como un ascua de miel sobre la escoria.

— The End —