Resonance

The writer
Sits along the shore and writes:
A single sailboat
Out to ride the winds —

The lonely lover
Waits for a return;
The days collapse, as
Secret night begins —

In all the resonance
Of souls that will,
There lies, intractable, the flush of
Of pain —

The writer writes,
The sailboat sails away:
The lover’s gone
And shan’t be back again

But mid the resonance
Of souls who would,
There lies, unbroken,
Love
And Peace
And Good

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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