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When You Left Me, Isis

by Shola Balogun

When you left me, dearest Isis,
I could not say this
That I wept through all the night
Naming your departure my emptiness
For as you journey farther from my sight
So be my will and your loveliness.

I think always of your word
When we became one form with the world
And the moon and the stars stood still in one accord.

I think of your graceful voice
And the sweet ardour of your wet lips,
When we are one as the candle is lit
Even when we part in spirit.

Your thought to me, more than silver and gold be.

Copyright © 2016 by Shola Balogun

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