I caught a visionA Poem by Mark D
Once guarded in her wings
In my spring of youth I fled those shields Too full of youth and vanity I treated foe like friend Tears though the day And tears through the night I feared I’d left an angel In my poisonous solace My tall black quarters My lonely haunt I caught a vision My jewelled grave And my angel standing over me Smiling at me still As I felt her hand on mine She spoke as sweetly as I remembered And told me why she had come Not to ignite my dim and dying love But to help me into my coffin © 2012 Mark DReviews
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