All armies bear their losses, yet still they rally on. The fanfare may be muted, the spirit may be gone. And Troy was devastated by an accident of greed. I knew that you were taken; a book I should not read. But the sun danced in your shadow like the mocking of a bird. And I was dragged down to your depth. And I clung to every word. You're a statue in my past. You are stone amongst the grass. Byzantine and cold but never growing old. And the clouds pass over Europe as the night, it battens down. I am drinking in the backroom of a bar of some renown. And I'm thinking how I lost you, how I let go of your hand. Your last words wore a sadness. You were drowned out by the band. A FOND FAREWELL (Words - GA Johnson) Oh lord I've lost the one I love I gave her all I had But that was not enough Oh lord I cannot bear to breathe Her voice is but a memory Her kiss is but a dream So long I haven't left my bed I see no point in getting up I wish that I were dead So long I bid a fond farewell I cannot live this hollow life I cannot break her spell ALRE ADY GHOSTS (Words - GA Johnson) In travel, there are traps, when I'm writing in the back, beneath the rain, between the maps/My diary bears this out but