The day is done.
The dying embers glow.
I am feeling jaded by your soul.
The nightbirds sing.
Everything floats out of sight.
All the while, I think and sigh
Of days gone by.
In this room, you sang
Of a world where you loved;
But now you're gone,
And the embers burn on.
Author notes
This piece is huge for me because I am collaborating with a composer friend of mine named Johnny on this particular poem. He composes mostly electronic music, so it should be interesting to see what his creative mind comes up with!
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