Woe
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe, is love ~ Pearl Bailey
In silence imbued my dissonance
Pulls shadows from the dark
Casting discord of broken years
Upon a sea of perished hearts
Twist the shades of dusk alight
With memory drenched in pain
My bloody core recoils once more
In the memory of thy name
Damn the specters of my dream
That visit in the night
Selling a love that's gone and done
And offers no respite
Red the fire that burns in me
Smoldering embers of thy flame
Death thy grace is stolen from me
Thy grave forgot my name
I wait the day the hawser line
Shall pull me to that place
Where memories that died in me
Rejoice at the sight of your face
Then I shall shout Hosanna, Love
And victory shall be mine
When on that shore, I hold you close
My love at last with thine.
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Veronica Coldiron
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