Sacred to the memory of Patricia Lance, my mother, who passed away on 23 November 1998

Transcendental Sonnet #1134:
Sfogava Con Le Stelle

Patricia Lance + 23 November

The sky is velvet blue I see the moon
Relaxing on its back and it will soon
Rise higher in the night in lazy flight

The stars seem comfortable comforting
And tease me now of how I used to sing
Sfogava con le stelle and of all
The folly of the world's decline and fall

Sfogava con le stelle falls the west
I cease to strive but thrive and do my best
As I embrace the stars the moon the sky
Just as they are accept them now nor try
To grasp and gain to gasp in pain again

I think my mother's childlike faith is what
Will save me when all else has come to nought



+Steven Curtis Lance

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