Tir Last Poems

I have lived a thousand lives in your eyes,
Painted portraits of a thousand angels
In trying to capture you on canvas.
I have seen the Cherubim, Seraphim,
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The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in two
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
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The Dove perches in a rusted cage
By the musty window,
once white feathers dirtied and grey.
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