It could not be—
And it is not but,
I remember:
Love that came
From nowhere,
Blooming nearly wordless,
Suffering with shame--
Breaking up the same.

But celestial sight
Is enlightenment,
Heaven’s gifts linger,
Smolder, and live on.
In music still
I feel you now,
Know your love
If only in a song.

09/06/2016

Author's Note: Listening to folk rock.

Posted on 09/06/2016
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