amid the flowers on tall stems
I see my daughter dressed in white
her hand outstretched in greeting
from my knees I beg forgiveness
for those words we only know
those guttural words spoken in fear
that came from darkness
into darkness go and went
and wept again
for we two bonded now shall be
and she so bright
beyond the veil
takes lead of me to wipe my tears
for no more shall vexation
bind to we
she looks just like the phantom
glanced at night beside my bed
though now she has a fuller form
taller
straighter
oh how I love her
here in this life
of bright sharp calm
lead me bright enlightened daughter
for I have done so much harm
The Blue Book
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