In The Dark Life Of Days You Bore Poem by Patti Masterman
In The Dark Life Of Days You Bore
in the dark life of days you bore
the slow born breath was never blind;
yesterdays trust haunts the picture of morning.
if a hallowed perfume decays every secret hour,
why should the longings of a fool for opened windows
make god linger on as our prisoner-
when desires can't embrace one star at night,
all our questions lie broken, bleeding out time.
Dec.28 2009
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8/7/2026 9:14:15 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Deep thinking here Patti masterful words 10 Daniel