Once stood the arches
that breathed in the light,
Once bloomed a garden
that blessed the morning’s white,
Once was a river
that held his mortal flame,
Once was the music
that rose to meet his name.
He forged a kingdom
from ashes into dawn,
He built a temple
from ghosts of Babylon,
He made his Eden
with breath he never claimed,
He wrote a love song
the angels left unnamed.
Lost were the arches
that breathed in the light,
Lost was the garden
that blessed the morning’s white,
Lost was the river
that held his mortal flame,
Lost was the music
still trembling with his name.
Still walked the pilgrim
where dusk refused to fade,
Still kept the silence
that sorrow’s hand had made,
Still trailed the shadow
that would not quite remain,
Still sought the music
that once had called my name.
Featured image adapted from a photo by Fabrizio Cocco
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