Heart Of The Matter
Goodnight, Blessed Lady
Almost four am,
Another chapter,
Put to bed,
The times the dates,
The memories,
Rattling round my head,
She is gone now,
My muse,
She has no sense of time,
Nor cares she, that I tire,
Her work is sublime,
She left at the signal,
Full stop at the end,
Goodnight, blessed Lady,
Goodnight, my dear friend.
Linda Harnett, ©2008
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Goodnight, Blessed Lady
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