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written on a walk
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hope deferred for eyes awake which feign to sleep
and heart that prays my own to keep
which never i knew along the road
with brilliance how the moon has shined
and elegance all the stars aligned
where the wind made home its own abode
it were a warmth which pierced the cold
a prophecy which time foretold
in portraits rested upon a windowsill
amid the dark where rays of light
stilled the wind and filled the night
there rested my eyes upon a hill
to speak a prayer which prayed a dream
as water arose exposing steam
conforming the quiet, transforming the ice
never a love had ever i known
if not for the nights i've spent alone
waiting for one, but one to suffice
where burns the spindle of a string
wrapping itself around something
on the morrow, on the day i know
two since one and one since three
the time i took to be with me
once upon some time ago
now wherever songs are sung
there pierced a cool and breathing lung
as an arrow strung through a heart
drink my bread to eat my wine
a scribbling down on which i sign
an ink beginning, a sundry start
to tell as a shout, a scream or a tremble
a thorn in the flesh, a thumb in a thimble
to save but time as grace would have
and fall on tomorrow where yesterday was
an acquital of faint and fulsome laws
which bore their full and fed their halve
as ever were my never seen
by eyes of hate and envy green
passing through as passing time
collected in the winter, awaken now
the questioned noun of what and how
who found my musings sublime
