He Was the One
his strength i saw when he was near me,
amongst tumbleweeds in mid-June –
up and o’er dusk i was set free,
under the stardust comforting the moon
adrift the glaze of glamourous skies,
singing an aria of a cradlesong tune,
with a melody playing in chestnut eyes,
adrift the reverie of love’s surprise;
roaming the wonder of what might be,
remembering our decree with guarantee
angel eyes devoid goodbyes,
man once too great for my debris-
of all the death daggered in demise,
HE ALWAYS MEANT THE MOST TO ME
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1.18.20
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