Bobette Bryan's Poetry
Luminous
With fortitude
she greets
another day.
In solitude,
She is no less
determined
to see
this thing through
and do what
she was born
to do.
She holds an
old blind dream
that isn't
even hers
but came to her
in a soft wind
that left
with rain.
Love is the gate
through which
her dream
keeps spinning
and she can't
see herself
apart from it.
And so she remains
luminous,
only faintly aware
of the stones
packed against
her heart.
She is part of
the worlds
she creates.
They are born
to her like children.
And they are tied
to her with
an unbreakable string
that won't vanish
in this world,
and maybe,
not even,
in the next.
© 2010 Bobette Bryan
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