Till Darkness is Made Light
I need a language to talk to the stars
and haunting poetry to haunt my life.
I seek meaning intertwined within meaning
I need music to soften all strife.
I need breath filled with inner space
and a peace of silence in every sound.
I need heaven to be spoken of again,
I seek what flowers have already found.
I need the dawn wind in my veins,
wondrous visions always in sight.
I need hearts to pump gushing love
till even darkness is made of light.
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