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Comfort Songs

by James Zealy

In sense of Infinite chance
When all directions of love's spear
Evoked others passionate prance
Spawned hot springs of freelance tears

From another stumbling faux pas
While restless spectres hovered
Through each sleepwalk topaz
Shroud of perpetual discover

When loss is no more
Then superficial events spent
Finding truth in this metaphor
Of companionship for souls meant

To find what was there all along
Smiling a concert of comfort songs


Author's Note: In response to the love in 14 lines prompt in Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought forum.

Posted on 10/12/2011
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lori Blair on 10/12/11 at 10:18 PM

lovely..and that final few lines left me smiling in recognition..thank you!

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