MD Kerr

In concert

from Anachronism Ψ

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You should be here.
The crumbling leaves and chilling brilliant sky
are all the ochre golds and blues you loved, and I
can feel the wheel of fate: you will appear –
you should be here.

You should be here.
Youíve always loved the ancient stone of vaults.
The piperís dirge and steady cello-surge would jolt
your soul with love of old if you could hear –
you should be here.

You should be here.
The churchyard holds its breath. The bushes glow.
I watch the stately lamplit gate and wait. I know
this momentís made for us. The night is clear:
you should be here.