Dead of night, the clock is chiming
The hours, the days
Of a life
Without you
Every smile is a lie,
Every dream a deception
The cracked mirror alone
Shows your light in my eye
Half broken,
Half mad
And half whole its reflection,
Half a bird and half a stone
Half you, half God, half I
The darkness conceals
But the clock's chiming accuses
An hourglass in the desert
Is the heartbeat within me
Three quarters of a life I've spent
Hiding within me
Love's incurable curse
The guardians of the city seized me
And dragged me by the hair: Confess!
Your silence, culprit, will betray you
Your words would give away no less
What shall you do then, ragged wretch
But bleed to death like others did
And like we always do
Thus was my fate decreed
Oh prison!
Your walls washed white
And red with stains
Here lives a corpse,
The clock is chiming
The dead heart beats its wondrous beat
And butterflies float back and forth
Between my prison and the sky
A whisper shakes this world, a dreaming
The few who cannot die shall live
In silent nights, stark, endless seeming
Love's raging flame does not forgive
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Regis. 🙏😢
PS I am wondering about your use of "hour glass" as opposed to "hourglass." Perhaps it is an oversight or you have your reasons. I am always open to learning something new.