by Steve King
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As I consider how I’ve sought for love
And found it so, only to seek again,
There comes that moment to deny all sense
When emptiness descends upon the heart
With doubt my spirit never would intend.
No peace may gather then, although one waits
For any hint of surety to rise,
And, caught upon the tides that gather life,
Those memories which pass for life revive.
And every station that my heart has known
Returns to claim a moment as before.
Though forfeit now, their beat is ever clear
To tell how dreams shall never sing as true,
How every hope that stalks the bright Abyss
Unearths old endgames posed once more as new,
And how old love forever shall conspireTo scatter embers out from phantom fire.