Roman Pines

The Years Compose Odes - Poem by Roman Pines

The years compose odes to the wintry bygone light.
Everything that was to happen happened long ago.
No one compares to your beauty in this world, my love.
Under northern sky, above death and life,
Aurora Borealis, life ago.

God shows to the world His days, and night,
the white of snow, and the dark’s colossal face,
and to the end of life
beholds you on your ways
without blinking off the dark, without dimming light.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 4, 2011

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