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Whispers of the past

by Richard

0.1952 − 0.4014i

Drawing the boundary…

Weep no more, thou sorry boy

by Thomas Tomkins

0.1700 − 0.3820i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Whispers of the past

by Richard

In the stillness of the night.
A love beyond sight.
Memories come alive.
As shadows dance and thrive.

Empty room, shadows on the wall
I see your face, hear your gentle call
A year has passed since you slipped away
Now your ghost haunts me every day

Whispers of the past, echoes of your smile
Memories that last, if only for a while
The ghost of you lingers here with me
A bittersweet reminder of what used to be

Young love in uniform, we ran away
Against all odds, we seized our wedding day
No children to comfort, just an empty nest
Our adventures now just pictures at best

One year gone, my heart still bleeds
Your ghostly presence fills the needs
Of a lonely soul, lost without your touch
The pain of living becomes too much

Whispers fading, your hand in mine
Calling me softly, it's almost time
The ghost of you will guide me through
To where we'll finally be renewed

Tears of longing, love, and loss
As I prepare to pay death's cost
My darling, wait for me, I'm on my way
In your arms is where I'll eternally stay

Weep no more, thou sorry boy

by Thomas Tomkins

Weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Love's pleased and angered with a toy
Love a thousand passions brings,
Laughs and weeps and sighs and sings.
If she smiles he dancing goes,
Not thinking on his future woes.
If she chide with angry eye,
Sits down and sighs: “Ay me, I die!”

Yet again, as soon revived,
Joys as much as late he grieved.
Change there is of joy and sadness,
Sorrow much, but more of gladness.
Then weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Turn thy tears to weeping joy.
Sigh no more "Ah me! I die!"
But dance, and sing, and ti-hy cry.

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