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LE DERNIER MENUET
THE UNIQUE REFUGE
Walking through the vagueness of the night
without depth, I can hear the menuet
in the wind,
that calls out my name
and begs me for an audience
I can feel the touch of your arc guiding me
through the dark, leading me
to that secret place
deep within the menuet. I will stay, play.
When
nothing is left, I shall return to the dawn
and whisper to the musician the
words of my soul
reaching out to his eternity
It is time to write
down the ghost music
and feel the gentle breeze. Soon you will be free
to find your heart again
and perhaps you will, at last, walk away
from that surreal pain of the unloved
sunking child
and die all over again, never to return
a longing bittersweet
for you and for me...
For now play Morzart, the Menuet,
I shall be your
unique refuge
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