Puritano

It Comes on

In writing on September 13, 2019 at 12:07 pm

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For Bear

In writing on August 23, 2019 at 2:44 pm

How could it come to pass
That you cease to be?
Why would the world ever let
The lights dim in your fine eyes,
Or allow your strong peasant’s back
To bow in silent surrender to the years?
You have taught me loyalty, and gentleness,
And how to submit
to the golden tyranny of love.
Years of quiet, playful grace you granted me,
On forested paths we slowly carved
Out of companionship and time.
Slights and sadnesses you drove away with
Your fierce guardian’s heart.
Your whole life lay like a great protective
Arm around my tender soul.
Tonight I have hidden your death
Under the Moon’s shadow:
I swear it shall never be found.
And you and I will stroll forever under
Nodding leaves of summer and over
Fields of endless light.

Sunday Morning

In writing on July 28, 2019 at 5:46 pm