What shrinking cloud or blinking star
That careless flung on fateful night
Shines both on two, that dwell afar,
Apart from each with shared insight?
Love’s concert flown on broken wings,
Within the cresting of fanfare,
Where wishful thought forgotten sings
To utter this unflinching prayer:
“ Vigil keep with torch of duty,
Remain steadfast to idylls old,
Bind true faith to inward beauty
And treasure that one romance gold.”
Claire V. Bogdanos 