Those Who Would Love Light
She is more than a
tumble of words
is my lady ..
…
Each one of them
flowing or golden
like gems …………
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A poem
just waiting to
happen …………..
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Caught in a spiral
suspended in rays
then strained slowly
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Through stained glass
and
held aloft over alters
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Dancing
with dust motes
in an arc before falling
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Like light
refracted and traced
upon a glorious chapter
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Prismed
and flawless
Adored by both
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Blind men and miners
She is
more than a poem
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Penned perfect
and patiently poised
just waiting …
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To be exposed
to be seen
to be loved and be read
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