The One

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The One

One could decide to count the days as lost,
as times to be regretted, best forgot,
best relegated down to vaults to rot--
but I will not.

For You were with me in those vague hours,
throwing myself down from tall towers,
heedless of a Truth behind the power--
a Love unsoured.

A Love in the shape of a man, no less,
covered in blood, but in Love He is dressed.
literally dying to hear me say, "Yes--
You've loved me best."


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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)

morgainecnyll’s Poems (45)

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Doormat 0
Sonnet X 0
Options 0
The Perfect Metaphor 0
Bystander outside Arby's 0
The One 0
2:00 A.M. and unable to sleep 1
For Alex 0
If love was meant... 3
Consummation 3
Why I am Silent 0
Wanderjahr 0
Elysium Fields for You (In loving memory of James Patrick Garis, i.e. Uncle Jim) 0
Nebulaic 1
hush 0
Clarification
s, Pt. 1: Love
1
The Fall 0
Immobile; Narcissus, dying. 0
Phasing 0
liminal 0
Why I am Silent 0
Tsavorite (Sonnet VII) 0
Christmas for Franklin 0
John Brown was a Strange Father 0
This Purpose 0
Revelation 1
Prodigal Revisted 2
the climb 1
random 1
untitled 0
sonnet 8 2
untitled 2
Fairy Tail 0
thoughtless 0
Feb. 3, 2008 : The Beloved Son 0
Sonnet 6 0
April 22, 2007-- Sonnet V 0
Ophelia 3
July2006—Hi
nc illae lacrimae
0
June 27, 2006- The Hollow Cost 0
Amor Vincit Omnia (In Wilfred Owen Style) 2
April 26, 2006—Phenom
anon
0
April 7, 2006—Sonnet III 2
February 29/March 2 2004— the Stirring 1
Mechanical 1