A whisper through the cosmos softly sighs,
just like memories which have a way of coming back
Courage is the sound the night makes
wedded were we with the sun, a moment flecked gold
We’re all dreamers and drunkards
And neither kindly, curiously, nor discreet
for youth comes with a price
Boys, keep drinking your beers
Knowing that the time ahead will demand us to change
By comparison, all else does pale,
hitch-hiking imagination’s pier
But still they linger, waiting their turn
Where once there was only black and white
and secrets stitched in shadow
Time passes and the shadows grow
and universal dream-weavers,
cry for the halcyon days, the jasmine nights,
garlands of starlight strung out
A cento. Each line is linked back to the original full poem.
1994ever 
Memory pours both malt and scald into ghost whiskies …
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I did love those whiskies.
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thank you for choosing my poem for the cento, I’m honored. 😇
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I hope I have used it well.
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A beautiful poem. Thanks for using my line
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Thanks Sadje, I’m glad you like it. 🙏
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I’m honored
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A labour of love is a Cento, enjoyed the read.
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Thanks Paul, I think I have one more in me. I have about 45 lines prepared but like to have a round 60 to choose from. One day, one day….
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ha, yes, one day! 😀
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