edge of sight by phil burns
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then through the darkest hour of night
we see a glimpse
a hint of light
a candle flickering
nearby
or a glinting star
in distant sky
and in the very edge of sight
perhaps a subtle flash of white
we venture on our worry slight
we see no need
for fear or flight
a shadow moves
catches the eye
we hear a sound
a sob or sigh
the heart may tell us what is right
but the price of love defies delight
anelephantcant 
It is always great to hear my friend’s voice when reading his poems. You do a fantastic job, and hearing you read it with the emotion where it is supposed to go is great. Thank you for sharing
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Hey, Al, thanks for that.
Always a pleasure to hear from you, and happy you enjoyed the poem.
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Dear Elephant,
The last line strikes this heart. I hear so much emotion mingled with fatigue in the voice. Be well, my friend. Beautiful poem.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle, AnElephant is happy to have touched you with his words.
He, in return, is touched by your acuity in identifying his weariness.
And rejoices in your praise of his work.
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The first time I read this, I stopped breathing after the last two lines, then read it at least twice more. This time I savored it anew ( read it again, pacing and rolling with the flow) and you brought to mind Elizabeth Bishop’s poem “Casabianca”, the last line of which is ” Love’s a burning boy”.
Un bon poème n’a pas d’age et est toujours neuf.
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I misquoted her, sorry . “And love is the burning boy”. Much stronger and more to the point.
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Merci, ma chère Em, j’espère que tu as recommencé à respirer.
Tes mots gentils me donnent le grand bonheur.
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