The Next Epoch

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Golden light 'cross her face

Purest love glows the sky

Hum of the morning cars

Outside the window a

Bluebird embarks in flight

Notebook asleep in lap

Glowing lamp onto notes

Melody in his dreams--

Hand on his shoulder and

Sleepy smile 'gainst a cheek.

Hundreds of miles far and still

They do relive the day

The world changed. For them to

Lose all that memory would

Be an insult to the thought

Of him.

And while she never approved

Of any of his young love

She would never take away his

Smile or cause strife to his

Music for that was raw

Talent, and Talent was

Always extinguished quick

If the composer had

No muse for practice. So

He thanked her short of one

Million and three times

In his head, though as years

Went he forgot why love

Scared him and why he kept

Secrets in the first place.

Minus a few lashes, not

One thing would have passed.