[Another weird one. The pronouns are to distinguish two people… “she” doesn’t have to be me.]

bonds of beauty

stinging stars and waning moonlight,
in that island of a night
when love had fled
from its cocoon,
bade her create
cold beauty oozing blood,
just before she kneeled
and wheeled herself into the dead night-
winged with hope.

blistering sun and empty skies,
in that draining day
when bonds seemed blurred
to obliteration,
made him experience
the radiance of cold magnificence,
and he recalled his clarion call
that had borne his soul on the murderous day-
buoyed by understanding.

And Beauty beamed alike
upon the one who died,
and the other that survived-
coldly.

[Explaining a bit: first stanza describes a creator & second an appreciator – the work connects them when all else fades to naught. Coldly = starkly, truthfully, REALLY.]

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"... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection for ever." ~ J. K. Rowling in Harry Potter.

Such a big font: scary!

Thanks for the quick response Dionysus, you know your interest in my writing makes me so buoyant and encourages me so much!

Link to this in Wildflower Patch .