Today her lover leaves her,A moment distraction departs her,
For time has granted space for her,
To experience the joys so intimate to her.
How conscious was this decision for her?
For the plans she decided now lay behind her,
No sin committed for lust does blind her,
A traveller she striders eyes wide open for her.
A new day beckons now alone for her,
Bringing forth those plans before her,
Creativity and inspiration must now become her,
To complete a cycle so dear to her.
Thy pen so might still unaware to her,
She must seek courage and sing prayers for her,
To lift the hand which has been granted to her,
So powerful words can righteously bestow her.
The Brighton to London Poet
© 2008 MCARB
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