To The Dead We Give Breath
by Philip Haggard Berry
at last!
here's the past!
it crept past
we slept fast
and it was away
we hunted
we caught it
now "then" is the day!
Those sounds,
Those visions,
we thought they were lost!
The magic,
The moments,
we melt permafrost!
now, at last,
here's the past
as sweet as remembrance
hold fast,
to our past,
how fleeting the last dance
forever embraced
black leather, white lace
forever entranced
with the dead
we once danced
at first time moved on
at worst we grew old
at last time rewinds
to our youth we will hold
no more of this "future"
no more of this "death"
old wounds we will suture
to the dead we give breath
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