Sequethe

On the immensely powerful feeling of yearning and a tribute to the Great Poets

Love is Gone
Don't talk to me about it
Dust motes lie collecting ghosts of your memory..
Love is Lost-on a winter's night
Amid ale and laughter,deceit and trickery
Love is Hope
On an April's day when Fools look up towards the sky
Hoping; teeming with joy
The window sill has aged well
But what of me O! love so flighty
You left me when i was high and mighty
And the Vagabond o'er The Sea bided His time
He came and robbed me of my youth and my crime-Love
Several autumns and still several funerals past
I've now left that meandering path
Lest i be caught in a strangled cry-the vicious Keeper of the Scythe
The Great Olds all lie in the final embrace
Eternal glory to their days
Love is Truth and Truth is bitter
Not Love ! no Love ! not ever will
I must and must walk alone-on the lonely Hill