You came on a dark
Night, then took me on a journey
You spoke, and travelled with me
Deeper to discover me ___ your melancholy.
At your height, you sang angelic songs,
You spoke the words of love.
Your dirge songs, you painted, not as
A dark sea, but as thousands of daffodils,
And millions of red roses.
Like the red, black dotted ladybird you
Made me fly, you washed my vision, you
Healed my pain and heartache.
As a beautiful tropical butterfly by the flowing
Stream, you made me see the colours
Of the world in my cerebral cage __ Your voice.
Nay, at the furthermost end of my lifeline
You sang an awakening lullaby for me to return.
But you, you ___ the voice, and your voices,
Saved my life for not singing
The songs of Passover.
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