Look faithfully on, spirit to be ascended!
Resist your longing for me, you have been mended
away from treaties made through gritted teeth and black eyes
Toward that place where the moon
Leaves her seat in the sky,
Turning the oceans’ water to glass
To guide you herself through Heaven’s pass.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Look faithfully on, spirit to be ascended!
Resist your longing for me, you have been mended
away from treaties made through gritted teeth and black eyes
Toward that place where the moon
Leaves her seat in the sky,
Turning the oceans’ water to glass
To guide you herself through Heaven’s pass.
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