12 March 2008


aching remembrance of what's not all past
vision fades once you are through the door
leaving behind all pains that once you bore
nothing remains but signs of burn and blast
to show just where the heavy bombs were cast
no walls and towers can stand here anymore
we come on no force that we could abhor
and none of those that hate us could stand fast
where we have been is broken and unmade
those places where we go are to become
from waking dream the longed-for darling form
what we know rising out of deepest shade
on rhythm of the hearts slow beat of drum
all brought together despite weight of storm

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