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SONNET FOR EMMA Faith be given to no faithless faces, Trust warrants loyalty but love is the other, Death and despair may carry us further - But your shaken hair still spreads its graces. The passport of love will lighten the traces Better than ever a surrogate brother Or even compassion from a mother To wipe the louche tears from our faces. I yawn and bless you in this cold space Chilled by the doom of words that spill Our blood - lives neatly spaced apart. Shadows in the empty grate make up your face Where a smile gleams centred and still - You are the haunt of all my art. -- Robin Hamilton