To Shari Mae, Yet the Remembered

The Loss To Come    
      
"Love fragile is in being shared."      
-- the damaged      
     
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December winters still this agèd unremembered call      
to witness once again the first of rain and sleet to fall      
and muse upon a bloom yet seen though lost a May ago      
ere Death to come anon a love entomb beneath the snow.      
     
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Dream Starred      
     
"On waking still to no one Silence penned a dream."      
 -- Loss, not rounded      
     
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Last night I dreamt to Pheasant Farm I went,      
the manor haunted years by whilom love,      
as up the withered stair a slow ascent      
Awareness reached upon a height above      
to move a risen ghost toward its design,      
attending soft behind a darkling door,      
the care of loss to quietly consign      
to one awaiting distant nigh ashore      
whose patience e'er abiding stilled the sea,      
in pause beneath a louring eyeless sky,      
till mine own undertaking tempest free      
a countryside lone crossed herein to lie --      
the candlelight on entering the tomb      
our shadows casting round a sunlit room.      
     
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