All That Is Lost

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In cover of the empty night,

Through fear concealed in starlight songs,

A weight is lifted from the Earth,

And cast away with violent might.

As winds caress the damaged souls,

And void is filled with ancient words,

A frame of time is frozen still,

To heal the wounded open holes.

For all divisions great and small,

A bond is made in only vain,

To heal — embracing mystery,

With watered eyes, a stranger’s call.

And for each day that passes on,

The scars will fade, and turn to ash,

For all the ancient starlight songs,

Have been misplaced, and now are gone.