the lost refrain
The lost refrain resurrects,
music of the spheres reflects,
absorbed by heart, voiced by mind,
songs sublime, loving and kind.
Slower than slow, slower still,
drop by drop, voids within fill,
as love in love, for love’s sake,
willingly burns at the stake.
All that that is, is a flame,
which on symbols lays its claim,
creating bubbles in space,
orbiting fulcrum of grace.
Poised at the in-between stage,
there being no wars to wage,
lost refrains become the cause,
to brighten the pregnant pause.
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