HollyCedar

And now you sing. You fell into the blackness And I shed all the tears That I would ever have. Hearts were broken Forever Un-beating I said my last goodbye And left nothing but a rose For the boy I loved Hearts were broken Forever Un-beating Life went black With nothing but a letter In the darkness Hearts were broken Forever Un-beating And then one day I found your song And the world went soft Just for a moment And hearts still broken Skipped a beat And now I hear your voice Three years on With nothing but a button Now you sing

Love Love does not fade Not like a burnished flower Withering with age Memories do not drift away Upon the gentle breeze Like tendrils of lonely smoke Lost across the seas And so although our time is done And lonely hours sealed Never will the cleft be one Or broken hearts be sealed

When do memories turn to dreams? When does it become too late To say the goodbye you never did? And when you are alone and awake Is it wrong to still feel the last embrace? Though years pass and seasons turn Is the moment gone or never forgotten? Is it wrong to stand in a lonely crowd And watch each face for the one you yearn? At what point is the memory lost Of the precious end you did not realise Do you ever move on to a distant dream Or always are you counting the unspoken cost?

For Mark Tyler. Lady of the Thorn Teren. I sit alone. Here in the dusty room I loosely call my study I sit and remember days long gone. In front of me lays a much folded picture and I feel tears that I had thought long shed well up in my eyes as I gaze upon it. It is this simple, black and white portrait, that above all else makes me look back over my long and weary life with a mixture of sorrow and elation. It shows me as I once was, nineteen years old with bright, shining eyes that I know to be brownie-green, hazel to some. You could not call my rugged features handsome but nor are they ugly, they are simply ordinary. My shoulder length