Click
Clack
Always in time
Closer in rhythm
With days that go by
Click
Clack
Steady and slow
Closing the distance
In echoing blows
Click
Clack
Beats from behind
Hunting my movements
In chase of my mind
Click
Clack
metronome steps
Building crescendos
Vibrations of death
Flickers of flame for a soul in the earth
Vespers for memories past in the night
Sounds in the silence now signaling birth
Echoes entombed
Wake for the dead in a sacred parade
Solace for love laid to rest in the cold
Dwelling unearthed on the edge of the spade
Warm in the womb
Sealed in the chambers that gather the lost
Marked here with etchings of deepest remorse
Laid under velvet and satin so soft
Eternal room
Moonlight as traced on the white of her dress
Sprinkles the roses in watch on the wall
Distance and dissonance sadly confess
Somber in tune
That somewhere in unison life is emerging
Somewhere in harmony death meets divine
Mourning bereft of it’s power in purging
Withers in bloom
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