Harmony

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There was a time when a young man lived,
Where the moon shined down and greeted favors,
and all that rained, silvers, purples,
Yellow moon on child's eye,
was golden in the velvet night.

But on those days a shadow grew,
Forever casting night.

And leaving blind the moon and child,
with fading memories of light

For 14 years the shadow grew,
For 14 years he shied in rage.

Pattered down and weak in pain,
we lifted up his wrists again,
and watched a spark within him run,
riveting down all through our spines,
and behind the grey that covered him,
we saw the moon and child in him.

Beyond the grey, they covered him.
dusty bones or so they thought.
but in the grave he conquered them,
When they... no longer consumed his thoughts.

JB 1/13/2000