Beyond the mist, a veil adorned a bride
whose brimming eyes were mirrors of her pride
in him. Reflection from a golden band
could not outshine the future that was planned
together; they were wholly unified.
Because he was an anchor, rock, and guide
who cherished her, she’d happily abide
within his shadow on a sunlit strand
beyond the misty vale.
Their bond was never tested or denied
for sixty-seven years, and when he died,
her life was over too, its spark unfanned.
In language age-old lovers understand,
he whispers to her from the other side,
beyond the mystic veil.
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2010 Mary Boren
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