The Weeping Estuary (Final Boss Suite)

The original version of The Weeping Estuary has been published in All of Me Vol. III, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Featured art is by Cyril Rolando.

Listen to The Weeping Estuary by Richard Charles Stevens (Final Boss Suite)

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The echo of embrace still lingers
On my face
Lips
Tips of fingers
Tracing back the ancient tracks of centuries
Remapped
Unhindered
Fire and brimstone
Stoke the cinders
Embers lend remembrance
Of the cold midwinter night I died
Survived a lifetime sentence
.
So bare is my heart
When declaring through art
Pressing hard on my chest as it beats
So much to impart
From the fairest of parts
Depending how gently it weeps
.
So cold is the flesh taking hold of my bones
Within grip of condolences frozen
Dictated or chosen
I’m dangerously close to the sorrows that choke me unspoken
Phalanges philandering openly grope
Pandering not to the sobering notes owed to throes of climactic revolt
.
Slow hands caressing the sum of all fears
Would see me undone to recover arrears
Scoff at my privacy
Rip off the finery
Sip from the winery
Strip to the ivory
Steal every tear in entirety
Sign deeds to the bleed seen retiring me
.
Gently it weeps
Gently it weeps
.
Arresting
Defiant
Contesting
Confinement
So bare is my heart
When undressed of compliance
Free to confide all the secrets inside
Sweeping aside every grievance contrived from the demonised blight of subsidence
Heartbeat willingly filling the cracks in the factor of fracturing silence
.
So fair is my heart
When playing for keeps
So steep is the tide underneath my tired eyes
Dictated or chosen
I’m feverishly close to the hopes and dreams graced as a child
(Gently it weeps)
Chased them while sleeping
Misplaced them awake
Until traces of nature prevailed
(Gently it weeps)
Tenaciously lifted the whispering veil
Leaving trail of true faith in its wake
.
Gently it weeps
Gently it weeps
Gently it weeps
.
The echo of embrace still lingers
On my face
Lips
Tips of fingers
Tracing back the ancient tracks of centuries
Remapped
Unhindered
Fire and brimstone
Stoke the cinders
Embers lend remembrance
Of the cold midwinter night I died
Survived a lifetime sentence
.
The echo of embrace still lingers
On my face
Lips
Tips of fingers
Tracing back the ancient tracks of centuries
Remapped
Unhindered
Fire and brimstone
Stoke the cinders
Embers lend remembrance
Of the cold midwinter night I died
Survived a lifetime sentence
.
So bare is my heart
Thus I wear it upon my lapel with compassionate swell
(Survived a lifetime sentence)
Whispering drift of each kiss now enraptured to tell
(Survived a lifetime sentence)
.
So bare is my heart
When declaring through art
Pressing hard on my chest as it beats
So much to impart
From the fairest of parts
Whereby gently the estuary weeps
.