To think that Halloween has long passed
Yet the ghosts still linger
Haunting these barren halls
Memoirs of what was and is not.
In the dead of night comes the howls
Melancholic hums of the tethered
Longing to feel alive once more
Hopelessly hoping to hope again.
When the crossings call upon you
To take the step less trodden
And make fate yield to thee
Nature is calling quite loud
Adieu, sayonara, goodbye
To life once held, let go
A new path has appeared
Unknown yet pretty predictable.
Comfort on the very fact
That the hinterlands hold
The key to salvation, the crux
An answer to obvious truth
Good night my dear songwriter.
May the melodies lull you to places
Where the notes dance endlessly.
Good night my dear songwriter.
Let the rhythm set the pace
Of the lyrics from your soul.
Good night my dear songwriter.
May the verses linger after dreams
A new chorus upon daybreak.
I wrote a letter in the rain
My words contained in its drops
And when the downpour begins
My message will be read
The earth shall cry as it hears
The prose my yearnings through the years
Of being so far away from home
Of never wanting to be alone.
Written November 1, 2019
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