I was looking through some old journals last night and not looking for anything in particular...when this poem "accidentally" slipped out of a loose binder. I've noticed several other SR members going down Memory Lane here recently. How very odd, yet very timely...
Promises & Mysteries
In my left hand black
I beheld a sweet promise
a circle of fiery white gold
its diamonds flashing
with grace and finesse
a brilliance so bold
In my right hand red
I beheld a beautiful mystery
the tale of my love had
tarnished and grown cold
my memories became nothing
and more than misery
birthed from a story untold
In my heart and soul
I beheld a sweet promise
in the eyes of a godly maiden
so pure and five-fold
yet the beat of her heart
fueled the passions of old
In my youthful spirit-mind
I beheld a lovely mystery
both fantastic and surreal
hiding a past so dark and eerie
the warrior priest in me fell
even as I struggled for control.
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© Barry Leland Harper, 2006
Originally Penned on 03/31/91
In Loving Rememberance of Keraiah Berith
11/18/89 - 04/22/91 
