As it was written in the sky, she hoped and giddied Reminded of the story of the mother rabbit
Guide our boat with an undying flicker Fill the sail with a secret word
Stars will not collide into letters. And the wind never carries meaning with the waves.
Always there. Like a rash. If only you took shape.
Bring me a sign, that sickness is foregone, andf the year abides by no other than thee. Tell me, in a language I speak, that your name is not sung in vain when I sing. That your name, Love, can and will prevail.
For now, relics of a near future cast a shadow on fragile smiles.
Do not break anything but silence. We cannot hear anymore.
It is a rite of passage, I guess, to learn to love Love. Trust and value and hope in them. It is a blessing, to know you are loved.
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