Vigil
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"Soon." How severe the sound
of an expectation.
Soon comes the turn alone
to an empty street.
Bells in the corner church
mark forgotten service.
Bells, tell impatient steps
where my dream has flown.
Peace, peace, our peace will come,
done, gone, over.
Sleep through heartache's dark.
Sleep, beloved.
Sent to my moistened eye
hurry melting snowflakes.
Sent be a prayer to you
to our kisses keep.
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