Overture (Fever Dream)
I thought I had lost you
But you're not around to forgive any more
At the lowest ebbing tide is beauty still?
The love you gave away - is you.
I'm closer to the shadow than the light
It's stale and painful and yet it won't go.
They're dreaming of you but you're lost without them
Heartache, hope, and true love is lost.
The way you say good-bye
Tears my heart out of your arms
© Huw Powell
printed 21 February 2024
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