Memory of a Past Lover
She was my first true lover
our love was as an outlaw
not adhering to any set of rules
in the age of free love, we loved for free...
From German Town she came
coming to triumph over the sun
in the stage of my life that was the moon
for my life was early to rise...
The night was our secret river
loving beneath the heavens up to the pyre
she the star of more fertile fire
lover of lovers unleashing radiant desire...
When our souls first met
it seemed like only seconds
to say hello and kiss
when she left it took forever to say goodbye...
Shadow of death on my unfortunate lyre
in fathomless echos I cried out her name
death of our physicality, death of the flame
only black tears the shade of my pen...
She came from where red is the Eastern veil
where deepest seas entomb her light
Erica came like the sun to travel so far
then chose to span the world in godless flight...
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