Memoirs of a reluctant Bulker

WARNING - A semi-personal experience inspired this poem. It may cause you to reflect, ponder, appreciate and react: proceed at your own risk….. 

Click link, watch and listen, then read ahead…..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IepGiupfguM

Cold Winter Coming, Cold Winter Coming 

 

I hear the breeze a moving, in this cold part of town

The pain is defeaning as I remember the days we ran free

We flowed together like a lazy stream touring the hills

The ache is an inner burning, my compliment is now gone

Cold Winter Coming, Cold Winter Coming

Beauty of which there was no equal, humanity you blessed

The sorrow crushes, as euphoria from days past floods my soul

We experienced the world simultaneously, our bodies as one

The shear dismay, cuts at my inner being with indifferent precision

Cold Winter Coming, Cold Winter Coming

Alone we were, amongst the many: integral to each, we were

The tears I once held back, now freely flow

Alive and carefree, we conquered the impossible 

My heart beats with purpose no more: my love, you have gone

Cold Winter Coming, Cold Winter Coming

The introverted masses ebb and flow without me, I am alone

The burden of despair I am forced to embrace, warps sound reason

Your passing, an unseen dagger within my heart has placed

The ever-present affliction, my life a quandry has made

Cold Winter Coming, Cold Winter Coming

Sound reason surely there was, your transcendence up above

With all of my inner-being, I grieve: Relief cannot be found

The angels sing of beauty and love and purity, amongst them you inspire

Torturous misery I will endure, until that day as one we return

Cold Winter Coming, Cold Winter Coming

 

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