were I to rest
my breath again
within the ease
of your elbows,
and allow myself
to shine as does
the moon by
the stolen light
of your sun,
I would choose again
to rise tomorrow
and give your
substance back
for though I do not
shine so brightly,
I no longer
feel the lack
© Sarah Whiteley
If there were only a way to reanimate the past…to bring back that which has been lost…a most moving poem.
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As a mantra for the start of every day this would work beautifully for me
David
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🙂 thank you, David!
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