my own question
prophesying
our eventual demise-
it's almost funny
what my songs
show me,
in retrospect
what do you do with old love songs?
i am tempted to cast
them aside,
or throw them
on the pyre
with everything else,
but,
i mean,
they're still songs, right?
still mine?
still creation?
still my expression
and exaltation
of that which is
Unnameable?
and so tonight
I sing them
line by line
with a weight and a meaning
that only
you or i
could ever realize-
and
i offer them
at the altar
of our dead.
Love's shadow,
that most holy
of ghosts-
casts it's illuminating
glow,
and i can see more clearly
than i might have before
though
that doesn't stop my tears
or the
letting go
that will eventually
allow me to sing
such sweet things
without thinking
about
you.
Peace, tonight.
I wish us Peace.
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