A Vision, Derived Through Aspiration
So much about you is a mystery to me,
I know not your visage any longer-
Nor would I recognize the sound of your voice;
I am still waiting for my story to be
The type with a happy ending-though I am stronger
Every day, I lament that I was left without a choice.
I have been given naught, by those charged with your guard
That may offer me a glimpse of the beauty you have become;
Given the constraints I am under, and all that is now barred,
It has been through the Grace of God alone, that I have garnered still, some!
I need only summons a vision, derived through aspiration-
Then, your essence truly meets with a perfect clarity-
This is all I possess until our lives again become our wondrous verity;
For now, you are left to be made real, though only my imagination!
-Maurice Harris,4 February 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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