Night billows vast and fathomless,
a starless shroud from Pole to Pole,
a tent in which lost souls can rest
in readiness to be made whole…
How many the relinquished hopes
extinguished in the parting breath,
the promises we broke or kept
as futile as the tears once wept.
I weep for our mortality:
a tear for her, a tear for me…
for Betty Woodhouse
30.11.06
A tear for her
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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