My vigil is done

The night is long
My vigil done.
Done the songs
The mourners gone
In marble urn
Her frailty burned
Her spirit flown
To worlds unknown.

-2013, Charlottetown

I Live (poem)

The body moves

but the soul dances

The voice may be heard

but the heart sings out

The mind invents

but the spirit creates

All art emanates from their creators

All creators live through their art

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