Gone At Last
If you are going, then go and be gone
The sun won’t hold its lamp for you, the shadows
Only last so long
The smiles launched on the breeze of yesterday
Will not return with the storms
That rage today
Each spring does not recall
The leaves discarded by last autumn’s fall
And waters underneath the bridge are gone
Like the faded notes of a faded song
The night will keep its shades of truth
When morning comes and dawn reveals
The absence you cannot conceal
And the bloom of you that once we knew
Are memories the winds have cast
And you are going, gone at last
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2024
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