Imprints of the last to leave

framed in the window overlooking nightfall

Broken arches under crumbling towers

and the return of saplings taken root in memory

creeping back to the origin

with no one watching the return

no hand at the controls or eye on the horizon

only shadows less than ghosts

trapped in places that once seemed important

The wind is a voice of longing

whispering hopeless pleas to the hidden places

where a glimmer might survive

but silence reins in the catacombs

and the mausoleums above breathe in

and exhale nothing but shadows

laughing and crying and screaming in horror

all at once and before the inexorable return to dust

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The Soft Boys – Underwater Moonlight is an extremely underrated album.

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