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he is the echo of laughter
the sun breaking through dark stormy clouds
he is the guide and the follower
the refuge, the harbour, the island in this sea of uncertainty
his visage limned in golden light
as if touched by the maker above
cheeks dark with shy hesitance
fingers twining in the dark
i never knew happiness
only acceptance of my circular fate
blurred memories of a family I do not have
but now he is here
the boy with a heart of gold
with sharp retorts, his wit so kind
with a ready laugh and
a shield to hold back the darkness
we may yet be called to a higher purpose
but what is there higher
than love? this rose that bloomed
in tainted grounds.