Friday, July 25, 2008


The sky's the most unrealistic blue,
The sun falls on a thousand shades of green,
The roiling clouds and pelting rain have passed.

In four or five days I will hold you close,

And in your arms I'll find the peace

That you and love have granted,

Long sought, long unseen.
That love let life begin again,

Recast as comedy,

The hero him I boast of.

I have loved before,
Gave love its due,

But love died,
And my life lost all its meaning.

You reached out and raised me up at last.

All love moves mountains;

Your love moves me most—

The world and I were young

When love first dawned,

But your love comes
Where death and hell have yawned.


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