16 August 2015

798 redux

798
I saw a bird fly in the night,
It seemed that she could see
The nature of a path that was
Invisible to me.
Her wings wrought finest gossamer
In the space between dark and light,
Where my eye was overcome
By the blankness of its sight.
Vermilion was created twice,
The second at her cost,
A hue that she encompassed
For all her love that's lost.

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