patterns of harmony
sometimes
when I am alone
reflections of love
shine from an empty mirror
of time and trust
from the thoughts
winging over the miles
the glint of hope
is always there
for no man lives
in isolation
and the slow
steadfastness
of eternity
reaches out its tendrils
nurtured and nurturing
mere shadows
casting light
where they fall
in never ending
patterns of harmony
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