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Errant Thoughts
A pendulum suspended from her smile,
My heart swings with each swift-winged second's whim.
My thoughts, she drives in fevered endless file
Like shadows whirling round the sundial's rim.
But shades unbid perform a dance macabre
Among the rows of memory's moonlit tombs;
Unburied pasts malign contrive to rob
The present of its pleasures; hence my doom's
Controlled by constellations of loves past.
Yet night's enchantments lose their dreadful sway
When errant thoughts are once again bound fast
To her who transforms darkness into day.
Old fancies fade from memory's palimpsest;
Love's tale is best when recently impressed.
Sean McCardell