Sing me, sky, your hidden stories
I lie here long awake, alone
The darkness brings your starry glories
Shadows veil the bridal stone.

Sing me dead, your fervent raptures
I lie here long awake, alone
The soil is damp and quiet captures
Dreaming fevers yet unknown.

Jul 25, 2012

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