A phantom,
This feeling from a long ago amputated limb,
Unexpectedly reaches out and touches my soul.
Reviving memories that march sadly toward time's
final sunset of non-existence.
Giving sound once again to voices permanently silenced by destiny.
An echo of sunshine,
rain,
happiness,
desperate...
desperate loneliness
and pain.
A jewel.
Buried and lost in the abandon mine of forgotten paths,
Lifted by my hands to the light of day,
It's brilliance...
Mesmerizing me...
Pray
Seeing the eyes of the hunter.
Warming me like a fire,
A face that's smiles at me from the distance past,
Calling me to remember,
to remember,
and not to forget.
Written By James Howington Apr. 30, 2004
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