Recollections

I ponder what she meant
With phrases of regret
And time so often spent
Feelin’ blue, but catchin’ stars, in the night


Two travelers seeking rest
Worn down by loneliness
Transforming emptiness
Into anguish, and despair, despite soft love


the statue I’ve become
like plaster in a gun
with frailties overdone
bitter songs, without hope, just left to die


I highlight dreams untouched
With agony and lust
As crimson marbled rust
Thaws feelings of mistrust
As my life, and my death, attract my thoughts

 

Words & Music by John Banrock
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