Author: David Carter
Morning Star Lament
Like the absence in the heart of the flame of the candle
my love is to me.
Whereby wick is transformed into dust and light
inexorably.
And this separation is consummation
of our intimacy.
It is the invisible symbol of lost days
when light and the lightbearer were as one.
Possessing what I bore I fell from grace-
And now I burn for you under a dead sun.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Morning Star Lament
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