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
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