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Every night walking to the door I have gazed upon the heavens Seen the radiance of the moon Unless the rock beneath my feet Has extirpated all its light. Nine times, over these last nine moons I resisted the lonely howl Lest the moon cry out back at me Lest would it grow arms to embrace Lest its craters could catch my tears Nine moons, have I opened the lock And entered into my repose Shaking until the morrow dew Learning to forgive those who wrong Forgiving myself to move on Nine rainbows, have passed through my tears Yet, now, the tenth shall not be mine Let the river drain to the sea Let this heart sow up the open **** And thus become the servant heart.
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May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
Sheathing the Sword
Every night walking to the door I have gazed upon the heavens Seen the radiance of the moon Unless the rock beneath my feet Has extirpated all its light. Nine times, over these last nine moons I resisted the lonely howl Lest the moon cry out back at me Lest would it grow arms to embrace Lest its craters could catch my tears Nine moons, have I opened the lock And entered into my repose Shaking until the morrow dew Learning to forgive those who wrong Forgiving myself to move on Nine rainbows, have passed through my tears Yet, now, the tenth shall not be mine Let the river drain to the sea Let this heart sow up the open **** And thus become the servant heart.
Written: May 16, 2010 @ 5:53 CDT
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May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
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