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I believe of the ages
dawn herself is the finest
of all painters there is
much cajoling the skies do
not need
to open the sun's sleepy morning eye
and crowd the clouds
above the fog's willowy stream
indeed this morn alone
I do so pensively sit and write
and so admire the ambition
of the approaching grace
that fills my before darkened sight
some in this very moment
might never think to even venture
a tiny glance into themselves
but I cannot quite ignore the peace
my eyes transmute to the warm
quiet in my heart
over a man upon who's visage
I cannot even yet allow my
eyes to cast
for he
the love of my every last breath
drowns his own eyes in the light of
his beloved stars so very far away
so mornings as glorious as they are
in a sense they bespeak a temporary
grief I must in this so very magical moment
suspend
for
'Choose Shall I Not To Flatter Thee'
but in thine heart's blessed pocket
I place these tender tears of my
own silent relief
a few more unforgettable dawns alone
and subsequent star beseeching nights
and he
my ultra so beloved he
shall be here
to see that first glorious morning sky
with me
as I think just now only of this
the very reverberations of my very own breath
take flight and exit my body so stunningly.................
(Oct. 7, 2010 210am)