by Louanne Robinson
Let the fingers of time
Play upon this fragile harp
Let the melody that is my life
Weave itself between the
Fleeting harmonies of friendship.
Let the deepest movement
Of this piece of my being
Sing the song of songs eternal
Through onyx cathedral vaults
of space to twist as
Mountain mists- about his feet---
Before his throne
copyright 1979

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