Her Poem

time and circumstance
holding force
on our union’s resting
turning harmony dissonant

when i listen
to the tones
of shrill cries
from passing stars

my efforts
to gain passage
are denied

left scarred
from having so misjudged
the heights
obscured by heaven
despite this heart’s bursting

i have felt
the shards of piercing
work their way into my song
words imbued
to shape the softened strings
that set this sallow soul
to brood

the day shall come
in the offset glow
of winter’s nuance
swept into
the undertow’s sway
where we will walk
in the hour
of silent prose


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