letting moments like this slip
regales a dream’s allure
insubstantial drifts of form are
sure as melody to inner ear
thoughts are clear and echo
in the bells’ carillon clarity of
massed accord – resonate to
peerless themes of simple call
wonderment entrapped in family
gauze has kept this seemly state
attentive to each living breath –
and that’s the awe
your caring words are piety to
void the sphere of blasphemy
epithets of selflessness are
where I’ll make accord
© 14 November 2009, I. D. Carswell
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