There is a little interval of light,

That glimmers in defiance of the night.

There is the beating of a living heart,

That challenges the silence without start.

As long as it may beat, then we may say

There is a single truth to touch: and that's today.

As long as eyes may see, then we may feel

The present vision, which alone is real.

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There is a somber sorrow that we know;

And nameless yearnings, as we feel time's flow.

Deep sadness, stronger than the strength of flesh,

Which is the prey of streaming days in mortal mesh.

But who can understand the shining tears?

They fall like petals, by the waste of years.

For flower-weak is all this whirling world.

With tears, bright futile tears, time is impearled.

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There is a little something that I found,

Which, gone with me, shall give me hallowed ground.

It is the gift that fills the heart, that laughs above

The sordid sorrows and the future's flames: the joy of love.

It does not matter if for days or years--

Or but an hour--if love, true love, appears,

Even if only once, then life's great value is revealed:

Defying death, life's meaning then is sealed.



Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Sunday, June 21, 2009  8:03 pm
Copyright © 2011 by Michael L.P.  All rights reserved