snarrymod (snarrymod) wrote in snarry_games, @ 2009-06-27 22:50:00 |
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A Living Hour
The same to you are dusky skies and grey,
They hold no function now, no consequence.
Like shores that ebb and flow, your peerless day
Was swift to pass, long in remembrance.
To know you was to know oneself; like lines
Etched on the tattered paper of the heart
You leapt and sang; yet every muse declines
Wearied by battle, age and selfish art.
I loved you fiercely, angrily, with love
That gentled your caress, filled it with grace
And made we two a world and world enough
For two, a love that lives. Although your face
Is lost to death, the sharpest gall can't sour
The time we loved and lost; a living hour.