When I’ve lassoed a stranger’s affection
In my season of clout
Sound and secure in myself

I will meet them
Where the songs of triumph, trail out to the sea
From quivering strings and ivory keys

All, without a single word
Never drifting, nor doubting

For eternity, graciously awaits
Veiled in white


If you enjoyed this poem, you can find more like this one in my latest book, The Slums of Nightfall. It is available for purchase on Amazon and on Createspace

William Wright


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