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Never Destitute
In the darkest final hours,
I began to write
And my words once spoken new
from scattered ashes light the sky
To begin and end each day
caught up in beauty's distant wake
All loneliness filled by pages lined
with happiness and joy
My fate betrothed, once mistress
scorned
-a lover more than wife
Whose vision so much sharper,
her dissection cuts through bone
To slay the muted dragon's fire
in present tense delight
Beyond all past and future clouds
above the darkening storm
To mate each breath and gifted word
that heaven sends unwed
Never destitute in blessings shown
-or in things I wish I'd said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
I began to write
And my words once spoken new
from scattered ashes light the sky
To begin and end each day
caught up in beauty's distant wake
All loneliness filled by pages lined
with happiness and joy
My fate betrothed, once mistress
scorned
-a lover more than wife
Whose vision so much sharper,
her dissection cuts through bone
To slay the muted dragon's fire
in present tense delight
Beyond all past and future clouds
above the darkening storm
To mate each breath and gifted word
that heaven sends unwed
Never destitute in blessings shown
-or in things I wish I'd said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
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