A Gilded Archway

wierdxdood01

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My memory's alight
The occasion is clear in my mind's eye
retained within a frame of murk

With faith as old as the wind that bore you
you carried past me
casting levity upon my warnings

I tried to give you to the truth
against the falsehood looming ahead of you
as the promise of simplicity
idyllic in its visage
which was merely that
the edge of a cliff that lay behind a gilded archway

I remember with a wince
that you went toward it
in an abject state, wreaked by travel
but nurturing resolve
it burned on your chest
and trumped mine to dissuade you

I hurt to remember you taking leave of me, of my sphere of unheeded guidance
 
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