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Four Days – And Still No Word
The lights are out and darkness pervades.
No longer the welcoming
Light at porch and window.
No longer the street lamps
Casting their ghostly glare
On all who pass beneath.
No strange garish lights
For the maybugs to circle
In their frenzied flight.
No longer the commercial signs
Dancing and syncopatedly flashing
Their brilliant hues. Perhaps her lungs – stronger than mine –
Blew too hard at the six candles on her cake
On this, the fortieth anniversary And extinguished the seventh
Of those long dark days – That she was unaware was there.
The eighth of May 1985 –
Darkness pervades again Oh for the day when the light
A silent darkness permeating the very soul. Is re-kindled once again
And once again that glow
The source of light Lightens this heart so sad, so forlorn.
These past six years At such a tender age
Seems momentarily to have flickered and died. She cannot know.
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