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what I have lost no man can restore
love’s cry echoes on the winds of change
blowing old grasses in grey, melancholy waves
and searches in the craigs and mighty cliffs
of canyons, looking for something
it never understood in the beginning.
love’s cry echoes through the aeons,
wandering, longing for something
to make it stand up and sing
but for now
it merely sighs,
and travels on in its unrelenting quest.
how do I know when my journey is over
if I do not know my destination?
I have lost my lodestone, my shining star,
and my future all in one blow.
nothing may comfort the celestial pariah.
I was left behind, forgotten for dead,
or thrown out for having killed another.
love’s cry haunts the death-darkened valley,
lying in shadow between the looming
hills of pain and despair. It lifts
its voiceless plea, bargaining with the ancient gods
for one more glimpse of gold-red hair,
one last saucy flash of green
gemstones cut and polished as her eyes.
love’s cry knows not what it seeks
but is in agony without it.
So forever it paces,
like a panther in heat, trapped in its own passions
trusting only that it will know when its object is found.
how do I know if my journey is right
if I do not know where it is to lead?
I have lost my sanity, my feelings, my pride,
and I know not whence to retrieve them.
nothing may comfort the cast-off whore.
I have broken and bruised, crushed and abused
the very thing which my soul craves.
love’s cry is nothing more than a lullaby
for a dead child, wishing it alive.
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