Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

The leaves

The leaves writhed in the morning gale,

Twisting in anguish,

Avoiding change.

Autumn tried to mellow their green hues,

Tried to fill them with the fire of fall;

But the leaves clung desperately to Summer.

They retreated to what they knew-

And so they would,

Until they succumbed to their inevitable change.

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