The Last Lost Poem

Here comes a storm again
Hello my long-lost friend
Kiss me now it’s been so long
I tried to be strong
While my enemies
Kept at me until I was old
They can’t be fought
They can’t be bought off
They’re made up of my memories

My will can’t turn your course in way
I only know that you won’t stay
Your fires swallowed up by the night
I make song by candlelight
Alone now as I ever was
And that’s enough because
I don’t need memories
To walk me to the grave
And I won’t have to be brave
To face my enemies
You may come and you will go
This is beauty
As you know