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End Of Want
The End of Want

On the day, the end of want,
as said by others with wisdom coming,
trumpets will blare as drums beat drumming
You will see yourself, as you are,
of one sweet note by Gaia made,
and for whom with a lover's breath I played

On the day, the end of want,
no wasted, blackened place will burn,
to lessen the beat, or hide my breath
No Satan's power, or wizard's cast,
no evil hunger, nor thunderous blast,
will stop my song for the one Beloved

And on this day, the end of want,
your beauty's note is last revealed as
one sweet tenor of burnished timbre
You play with passion your forever song,
the beloved's cry of last devotion
and I sing my ever always song for the lost beloved

Published for my husband, Michael
   RIP, beloved


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From: dmurray22 Date: May 27th, 2009 04:01 am (UTC) (Link)
It is a great talent to be able to express feelings like this in a poem. It is a beautiful poem, I loved it. Especially the first verse...wow! The words just just seem like they belong together.

I hope to read more of your poetry in the future.
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