I heard your songs
once again today
those sad endings
those edgy elements
of hopeful beginnings
Leonard Cohen
when you died
I think this
mountainous world
shifted somehow
from bleeding bliss
to something more
sisters of mercy
more sloppy mess
a poetic avalanche
of daring scoff
full of burning desire
inspired love songs
your poetic words
painting love pictures
all that torrid love
scratching at horrid war 
even stirring this
swirling cesspool
so scurrilous
that morbid hate
so we are
emotionally bloodied
thus we are
mentally furious
what if secret love
refused to touch
our bleeding hearts
what if all
our loving kisses
turned to scarring jeers
always rolling over
to war and strife
all your Hallelujah songs
your rhymes of love
all your crying poems
your thoughts on hate
leaving curious imprints
something even
black and white
those coloured pieces
seriously tattooed
upon our broken lives
your hopeful music
your token muse
like all you were
all that you are
you sang about angels
you wrote about G-d
so faithful Leonard
everybody knows
steam and dreaming
this human cauldron
still some cream
but roiling
forever boiling
demanding more
G-d all your children
are constantly raging
what if Suzanne
brought us more
refreshing tea from China
sweet juicy Greek oranges
filling our baskets
such perfect love
help us see
even help us find
that one
true meaning
of sweet life
though we are frail
we still must be strong
our ships at sea
in full cosmic sail
sailing G-d's ocean
proving true love
surely won't fail
this love journey
one we yearn to keep
Leonard to Marianne
a thousand kisses deep

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