Running in pace with Ghost runaway train
10 March 2016
The memories of you falling like dark rain
Illusion of white light between its strands
Lost hope’s perfusion as clamour the hands
The chest distorted staccato of pain
Motionless like dream’s running I remain
Grouped atoms in me form nerve that disbands
Particles of sorrow in sunken sands
Running in pace with Ghost runaway train
I scattered your blood acquired in globes
From depths of the Lake where you swam alone
Brought me mock pearls to decorate earlobes
They say sirens with them their chests adorn
Their tongues a mist, their hands a sailor’s probes
Their hearts like Lilith forever turned stone
Reading of the poem:
The starlit jewel – Broceliande
Galadriel’s Lament – Broceliande (Margaret Davis)
Lay of Nimrodel – Broceliande (Margaret Davis)
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