In the morning
You will draw in sweet forgiveness
Ascend to the world
With a heart weighted by solace
Pulsating with the words
Of a lover’s whispered oath
And called upon, to rise
In the sureness of their touch
Give way to the tranquil noon
Painted in bliss
Teaming with peppered silence
Here and there,
Among the singing and fluttering fowls
To visit at their will
Resting with, and codling your tiresome frame
Twist and adhere
To the lonely and empty nights
Warm within your solitude
The embers, flickering docile and contained
Levitating, directionless
To commune with the hallow darkness
And peacefully dissipate, long before you rise
But there are no more words
Only room for visions of what solace was
And pristine visions, of what solace is destined to be
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