13 Breaths

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    13 Breaths

    I circled around the grove thirteen times
    To invoke the goddess to hear my pleas
    I struck on her bell causing thirteen chimes
    The sound as if thunder shaking the trees
    Thirteen candles blazed with crimson flame
    Inside a circle made of lover’s tears
    Thirteen drops of blood were offered in her name
    As I asked for the One I loved to be near
    From beyond the veil for thirteen breaths
    Appearing as if etched in ancient glass
    My lover, gone thirteen years into death
    Returned for a time that is too quickly passed
    Alone in the grove with the rising sun
    My story in thirteen lines is now done.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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