The soul absorbs the summer sun
its warmth fondly coveting thy heart
with wanton haste to the loitering eye
A forbidden passion was sought.
This tearful lore tis but a dream
within a dream obscure
beckoned from thy sheltered mind
of this world nevermore.
A majesty of death summons thy soul
from where life has no fare
The earth inherits a spirtless shell
of a maiden, fair and debonaire.
Thundering clouds summit the winds
encirling both land and sea
Industrious angels harken the skies
daring to set her spirit free.
Her unchained heart forsaked her doom
of havoc, for which she bore
Across the boundaries not of her world
A forbidden love she did emplore.
Joyce Paxton
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