Writ In Water

Today's headlines are all remarkably uninteresting. Hence, in vague acknowledgement that I am not living up to the various mantles I make liberty of, here is something a little different. 

In memory of an article in Blackwood's Magazine, 1818. 

How wrong you were.

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Given without hope,

For hope implies expectation,

Given in memory,

Of a thought never told.

Rose that never fades,

Petal that never opens,

Thorn that never softened,

Stem that never broke.

Given freely,

In a world of indebted gifts,

Given in honour,

Of a code never known.

Seeded in a yellow river,

Dreamed in a silver bar,

Budded in red vines,

Flowered in white rain.

Given without hope,

For hope requires acceptance,

Given in memory,

A thought never told.                         

May 08, 2013

/Z