FOR RICHER OR POORER, TILL DEATH DO US PART

Hands extended out across darkened waters
Our words extol virtues of humanity
Lifelines proffered for the sake of fallen souls
Ex parte proliferations spoke anon
Upon eyes of coincidental seeing
It is here in the midst of sanctuary
Where kindred spirits devour the pages
Lines of examination, the book of days
Disparate passages, pentameter verse
Life’s very devotions, shed blood upon stone

Lo the healing of notions I proffer in
Words forever cast as in surrogate tomes
Newfound destinies, predetermined saviour
In my verse may the spoils enrich thee

Copyright Don MacIver 2010; All Rights Reserved

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