O Light Devine Poem by gary polonsky

Of "Memory's rapturous pain" did Bronte write,
Drinking deep of anguish so divine,
Daring not to languish lest it bite,
Dwelling not where life had been unkind.

Other poets forever long did pen
Odes to Nightingale and Urn,
Noting that their beauty had no ken
But, as life, destined all to yearn.

So it is with me, my dearest chuck,
Greeting as I will, the fateful door,
May my Memory birth eternal luck
In your periphery and core.

Written in Ontario, Canada - 14th April 2020