I gaze upon
dewdrops
left by fallen days
gone by
midnight flowers blooming
unfurling
soft blue petals
of silk—
the sky
hues of
pink
yellow
orange
in a sunrise
painted for me
soaked into the air
color
in a world of
blindness
warmth springs
from the shadows
created by a
flickering flame
as wind
screams outside
in unforgiving lands
your comfort
in the darkest nights
your presence
when I wake
an ear to my trembling words
a voice in my silence
the cross shining in the night
a star to light the day
in a world of hate
of scorn
of sorrow
a touch of
joy of
love
Whoa.
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