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Date Posted: 16:34:13 12/02/03 Tue
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB02a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.164
Subject: Re: Ad Infinitum--for Joanne
In reply to: Ashley Owen Smith 's message, "Ad Infinitum--for Joanne" on 16:21:30 12/02/03 Tue

Thank you so much Ashley - very profound - and I like the metaphor of her laugh, and how that stanza remembers the positive.

Much appreciated my friend.

Raphaela x

>No more do the aged seas
>crash against the sand,
>no more does the sun's ancient yellow
>glow alight the infant face of morning
>
>No more does the spirit wish to continue,
>the soul is tired of fighting the advancing
>armies that grief sends out; the blood is full
>of the disease of loss, battling ghosts would be
>futile at most, painful at least.
>
>Her laugh was a string of tiny silver bells,
>spilling from raspberry lips, lighting afire
>behind bright and twinkling eyes; how the laughter
>would leap from her! Like a butterfly from the
>necessary
>cocoon, startled from the slender throat.
>
>Come now, child, rest your head upon a sturdy shoulder,
>the tears will mutiny if you ban them from their fall;
>for the departed is somewhere among and past the
>stars, awaiting the arrival of those who now grieve,
>loving unconditionally, ad infinitum.
>
>
>
>ASHLEY OWEN SMITH

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