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(golden lady, #5)

I can't remember
What I didn't say;
I can't remember
What I didn't do;
  Yet give me a moment to lay
  All these remembrances at your feet
    and pardon me for being indiscreet.

What I didn't say
 Could fill volumes
What I didn't say
 Could have won the day

What I didn't do
  Stretches to infinity
  Yet am I no divinity
And neither are you.

So in solace I will take
  Some small measure of peace
  A chance to renew the lease
Of my tenure on this world.

But what of what you
  Did not say?
What of what you
  Did not do?

Those wounds break apart anew.

(golden lady, #3)

In our dreams we stroll side by side
Unfettered by the rolling of the tide
I turn and ask you your
     great secret
But to my chagrin
     you always keep it.

Why am I still here?
What the anchor that drags me
    into your
     depths of sorrow?

Something you lost, something you gave
A memory you seek to save.

And here I remain your faithful
     balladeer;

To mine own tune you dance, my dear.

Go, now

As the horizon disappears beyond
     your heavy eyes.

And me, I remain your surprise.

(golden lady, #2)
Time will wither
Time will trap
Time will break the binds that wrap

     around us but not yet fully

Enveloping us in light and dark;
The edging eclipse, the solar arc.

We must walk apace then
Just you and I
Up gutterpipes and through
Fogged windows reaching finally

     and truthfully

What we have come to seek;
The answers of The Keep.

Rustling in your sleep
For you have promises to keep
That night is not so deep.

 Rise, child, and breathe.

Tumble, fall, circle, swirl
Nightmares and dreams a’whirl
The night doth thame, the night doth scare
But always you remain aware

        of the light.

And I with not much to say
Not much to ease you on your way
But mere words, and I cannot allow
This to continue, anyhow.

 And yet it moves.