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5.jpg (1410 bytes)Wings of Light
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Symphony in Sable



What music is pain
when it sings to the night
summoning an unknown
hero

behind walls of sable
and windows of
fire?

Any voice would
be a holy visitation,

but yours would
be Life.

Under the broken shell
of the moon I would
find deliverance
in each thread of
antique light.

But I’d rather your face
finally fade into
into infinity;

the north star sinking
into the boundless
dust and when
you are at last the
scattered powder
breathing darkness,

I will know the name
of freedom.

Forgetting will no
longer be a battle
between my heart and
Hell’s legions,

And I will sing like
the captive bird

and fly in my dreams.


Patricia Joan Jones







 

 

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