The silent voice
has called another son
To leave this
place and walk the last long night
Where dawn emerges
from dark’s crippling grasp
And guides this
great immortal to his rest;
Its pooling light
has settled from the wound
And flooded through
his senses to proclaim
The greater of
life’s pleasures, once withdrawn,
Shall grow once
more from seed to shining sun.
A star has fled
its sky-borne post and blessed
A saint about
to fall with endless years;
That in this
new found source of life lay love,
A love recalled
before the bond was torn.
This visionary
antic of its nerve
Serves not to
justify, but illustrate
The common thread
that through all life is sewn
Is more than
death, yet less the sum of love.
