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Fate Union

Fate Union (Pt.I)


Graphite on Paper

21 x 14 cm

These days do surely mark the approach
Though haze pervades thy way
Fate union light
Born not of hope
Therein lies my aim.
Within the dell by yew-torn light
First glanced upon O sweetest sight

O woden call
You passed the bough
Where silver tendrils rise
And came again
Again to me
Again dear union light.

Forward light of whisper’d change
Coming to me to rearrange
My soul song lost in tune
Igniting me so sweet
So soon.