Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be
Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me
Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time
Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?
All of the sudden
The sky appeared
And I touched the shadows against it
It came with a sound
I saw the wind
And I couldn’t care whether facts fit
In hues of blue
It startled my thoughts
And I knew no lack of the sun
Suddenly sleep
Felt less the to-do
And ’twas clear, The dark had not won
That cocoon
It seems small
But with promise it shines
Since you seek, you’ll find room for your wings
Each blue moon
Back you’ll crawl
It means nothing at all
Take a time, ponder up all these things
Dark distance
Don’t go there
Or be led
By despairLet common
That you share
Make the way
For sweet air
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