Old church bells ring, the grey sky lours.
The day of my inurnment’s over.
You sit in vacuo of hours,
My lovelorn, my eternal rover.
Forgive me, dear, I’m entreating.
With banshee’s groans I’d to smother
And bleeding lose the weak heart beating,
And fly away – some day or other.
The world’s doors banged behind my body
Envenomed by the juvenescence
Which likes to shoot. The trick was shoddy
But now I’m not. My evanescence -
Let it not make your spirit hollow.
My epitaph’s: “ I’ll never home
But I shall love ”. I’ll always follow,
I’ll follow you with Rain and Foam,
With the ephemeral dreams and clouds.
Don’t cry, my blazing star. I know
That once you’ll meet me in the crowds
Of angels; among them we’ll go.
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Blazing Star, meeting in the crowds of Angels...OH MY!