(Dedicated to Luna Marie, 
           who gave me gifts of music and love)

I love the light.
I face with fear and sadness the lasting final night.
My life has flown with fleeting futile flight.
So much of my life has been pain, sorrow, bitter loss, and blight.
Yet much of it was wonderful and beautiful and bright;
I remember every joyful moment, and I love life quite.
I have lived and loved my little blink of time, in death's despite.
If the only magic left to me were music, that would make life right.
Hearing music is more precious to me even than beloved eyesight--
Though the world is beautiful to see, and I see it with great delight.
My mind holds the whole world; but to the world, I am unspecial and slight.
The wave of time threatens me now with a final crash of crushing might.
Sorrow and happiness join in one love of life; and I hug life close and tight.
Now--especially now--to hear music fills my heart with worlds of living light.

                       --PoetWithCancer
                          aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
                          aka Michael LP, aka M.L.P.
                          Tuesday, August 25, 2009  4:09 PM
                          99 degrees F.
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