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John Cornwall

You

What magic makes you,
what words describe you?
I have fallen into the light
of your image, sunk
in its wonderment,
I have become.

Now with words
that would pray
I sound your name,
let it loose
about me
so that

grievances leave
and are replaced
with sweet promise.
I am the one with
stars now,
the beneficiary

of Heaven
loud mouthed
and fashioned
intro glee.
I cannot let go,
there has been

too much change.
Everything has altered,
the day,
the night,
the color of moods
that mellow

in sunlight.
Now with the joy
of Theseus
I walk into
a new world
brilliant

as any star
that has heavens
to shine in,
a mirror
of what has now
become pure,

faultless
as a birth.