a blazing ring
that flashes, not a candle
that weeps
the love that beats
within her
is a living thing
down into the tunnel
of the stairs Alice rushes
from her humdrum sleep
because her shadow
is lengthening does not mean
she is growing smaller
John, O John,
our last goodbye
was just an au revoir
she is rushing down
the stairs again, the magic
of the stairs into the night
love has made her wiser
has given her wings
her taller shadow rushing
towards so many things.
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Wonderful poem about how Alice fell in love with John! 10+++
Thank you, Liza! So much! Charl