I send you and yours a golden light of love
each time I float in the turquoise pool, look
up at a soft blue sky tinted with light of life,
direct this energy to my far-off friend - and
the poetess I love with her music & song
sadly languishing in hospital
I wish my knightly nephew similar energy,
know he loves his little daughter with all
his might - yet you continue in depression,
cannot reply, your voice is still, no humour
softens the sides of your mouth, I wait for
your comment on the poems I sent
But nothing arrives - and still your silence
does not stop the flow of the gentle golden
light of love…
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