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Star
It
Is
Afar
The
Herald
That it brings
Unequaled
For the king of kings
The son of God
And foretold son of man
Is now besought
In a hovel, born in Bethlehem
He will heal the sick
And give life to the living and dead
He wills to pick deaths crown
From our heads coronating us in righteousness
Bearing the thorns upon himself
To a death on a tree, that beneath our tree we can share this gift
We follow, He whom death could only borrow
The broken
Find healing
So wise men
Still seek Him
To understand
God's gift to man
Your skin
Like the smell of rain
Within
Lights a window pane

Pink, grey
Blushing sparks jangle
Sink, sway
Touching, hearts tangle

Warm soft
Like sand to the foam
Aloft
Light hands to and fro

Listen
For gasps and breathing
Smitten
More rasps and creaking

Bitten
Salt, warm, sticky, sweet
Open
All worn and complete
I fell asleep in a dream
And woke where I was from
A place beyond the seams
Of forever and beyond

Where light was a song
And water a light
And life was a metaphor
For joy and delight

I fell asleep to the world
And woke from a dream
To find the world unheard
Untouched unseen

A mist un-missed
On the mountain of dream
Where I exist and belong
And yet have never been
I never knew loneliness... until you
I find with every word
I lose the things I've heard
And know more
The unknown before

I find I live for your reply
Die when it's denied
See to read your lines
Blinded by your mind

By your sentence
It condemns
By your words
My world ends

Your words are so much more
Your letters worth living for
Beside a well waiting for rain.
Yesterday you were what a kiss has always been,
A promise that means what a ring has meant.
To belong and find belonging in another's being,
To love solely and sold out but never spent.

Like a seed reaches for the sun and earth,
And yet is never stretched but grows from the reaching.
And in touching both sky and stone finds worth
Tangible and intangible, and branches like fingers budding.

Flowers like rings,
Limbs like fingers,
Fruity things,
Whose sweetness lingers.

Soft to touch, sweet to taste of sunshine grown.
This is what a kiss is, the loved are never alone.
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