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I wrote this originally as just a few words, pretty splattered on the page. Some guys on the Sara Douglass BB helped me fine tune it. I think it works now.
Then the Light Shone
He rose above me sometime on Tuesday. The hour immaterial, the act absolute. A striking bell in each soul, two halves asunder once more. His heart soared on white-feathered wings, Leaving mine inconsolably bereft. Just lifted his eyes to the heavens, Stretched out his arms and left.
Later I remember wondering, "If I am here, where is he?" Then the light shone. He was already gone. JD 2002 |