Midnight's Keeping
Awaken child to the summer feast
deceitful hearts to midnight's keeping
dreams born on tears given to the fragments
of eggshell youth which is as but a memory
born on the cause of righteousness
and wilderness fears-
We are but as ships crystallized in this
vast golden night of morning dreams lost
in the frailty of our own becoming-
White night encases the feast of butterfly
rapture, rivers of sin that emaciate our youth-
Can the child awaken in the garden of his aspirations?
Storms that break on the sea of remorse
The child becoming
so happy yet as he lay dying
because only then was he so close to God-
Infinite immortality-
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