arbitrary stuff that comes to mind: whenever I feel like thinking aloud

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

At the first turning of the second stair

At the first turning of the second stair
I saw you on that evening long ago
And Hope and Love awoke and rose and grew –
Now in this uncertain hour before the rising dawn
I mourn your loss.
Alive in the scented gardens of the mind
Your memory will remain
Moonlight in the darkest night
Sunlight on a cold and misty day.



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