(A lone voice whispers.)
Like wild Autumn rivers
Flowing down Williams Hill
In a midday storm
Here in Illinois
We once ran carefree
Over mountains
And all we could see
But before we could reach the deep ocean
Of binding emotions
The Dark Well of all Creation called you home
When something crept in and destroyed our devotion
Love I now know
Is such a fickle thing
A spiritual joy
Held in two golden wedding rings
The Devil just loves to destroy and rejoice
Like a cheap altar boy
To separate love
Like it did
When destroying
Paris and Helen of Troy
But now that I have found sophrosyne
I no longer wallow in suffering but now let hope in
I miss you, my love
Like the Sun must miss the Moon
For you were taken too soon
Before our love could open to bloom
Cut short by something cruel
In that hospital room
But I know we'll meet again
For The Lady of Providence read my cards
And said
I'll soon be back in your tender arms
So until then
Goodnight my love
Until tomorrow
For our true love
Transcends all sorrow
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Sophrosyne is an ancient Greek concept of an ideal of excellence of character and soundness of mind, which when combined in one well-balanced individual leads to other qualities, such as temperance, moderation, prudence, purity, decorum, and self-control.
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