Best Poem of J... Tudor

Black Sails Against A Midnight Sky
Black sails, against a midnight sky,
he buried his heart on an island.

Some day...
it won't matter when,
she'll open a green bottle and
find within, a scribbled map
that shows just where he
buried himself...in despair.

It'll read, from the oceans
edge first, two steps forward and
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Her Last Song
Wings,
set close to body,
perched
against cold wind
alone
on winter's branch...

a cardinal,
in resplendent hue
sings,
sorrow and gray
saddness,
to her love...

waiting,
silent in song,
love
is heard to answer,
trapped
beneath winter . . .
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