Come ye love
with thy beauty
light
shadows that fall
across ones
remnant mind
and in the ether
above existence
ones final thought enshrine;
of you
whom my life
adores
serenely seated
upon a fallen bough
where
sparkles still
the morning dew
on fern fronds touched
by dappled light
beneath their sentinels
forest trees
caressed softly
fragile life
beside a whispering
mountain stream
a lullaby to the listeners ear
fading, fading
fearing none,
but that
love should fall
and with beauty fallen
from ones eyes
one dies.
forever
lost, ones person;
forever,
ones thought
goes on
ones final thought
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