A Bust on the Balustrade

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Silence Calls the Storm

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The night would fall so late that day
There wasn't much she might have known
But as she paced uphill this way
Above the edge of Earth it shone
A truly kind and peaceful smile
A picture of a girl, a ghost
Upon the clouds in portrait style
A spectre prettier than most

In the loving eyes of that gentle glance
She hears the ghost and understands:
"As you confide in what you were
By trusting me, you can be sure
So shall I trust many a year
In this cherished past of mine
To walk beside you, never fear
'Till the final throes of time"

Awash in the winds of the heavens
And dressed in the drapes of dusk
She felt a clearing
The tired gears of her inner self freed and shimmering anew

She would carry that moment with her for the rest of her life
Longing to wander on
To fare forward in gratitude to any inkling of its essence she could gather
She willed to mean something to someone out there

It seems she wanted to be a vestige of that moment for another

But each and every hopeful moment
She with others tried to share
Was to come to pass ill-fated
Yielding mental disrepair
And so what she tried to seek
Proved illusive week by week

And the weeks gave way to months
And the months made way for years
Just as darkly as a devil
That sculls backwards as she steers
Only scraps to make amends 
An endless winter, to no ends

So she cloaked her inner self
Not a soul's inch was exempt
But decided to in longing
Give it all a last attempt

She would gather all her courage
At each dusk come lost in fog
And she'd dress all white in linens
To play cello by the bog

And be seen only from a distance
The ambience had to be just right
And she'd play all the songs she thought
That the ghost girl would delight

And the ghost girl she would sing
And the two would feign a spring
And they'd revel as night fell
In the one thing they could tell
Would remain forever thus:
There are many more like us

There are many more than many
There are tons to be exact
Pick a standard, all and any
That won't undermine the fact
That you are not alone out here
You'll always be a friend of mine
In spite of temporary fear
'Til the final throes of time

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