The Promise of Faith

A moon comes again when the sun takes flight Broken or whole she cuddles arid night And when the land is dried by bitter winds She lifts the tides and dews so longer arms Are found by love to stay a world that spins Between two poles of days whip'and night's charms I drink its perfume like a promise sworn Feel the tensions fall and the mind upborne So seve me the sweet spirit of my faith The calmer of my rumbled care, I wait The rising tides of fortune that will take My soul from the vanity of blanched day And before my Creator partake Of honeyed feasts fed to immortal clay