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Forever Was a Moment
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Sorrow So it has come down to this:
My last tear while
the mists of summer still
lather in Autumn's
stained-glass air.
Love's shadow was
your leaving:
the dark that hollows out
the maiden portrait of
the moon;
a dark that cannot dream,
but cannot forget.
What was it I believed was
worth the price of everything?
It was the Universe with all
its frozen lace and knowledge:
centuries of joy
distilled to moments I
tried to frame with galaxies and
God's grace.
And it was nothing.
It was you transforming into a
stranger somewhere else . . .
a taste of light,
a cherub's rosy kiss,
one star-crazed glint of memory
upon the endless script
of night.
by Patricia Joan Jones
Sometimes the only saving
Sometimes the only saving grace is that "one star-crazed glint of memory
upon the endless script
of night."
And perhaps that is the worth of "centuries of joy distilled" in that
singular moment that glints when its summoning calls such as at this time.
Superb expression of sorrow.
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"a dark that cannot dream"
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