Though I have found you within the walls, you arise
Checked with beauty full of bends and curves
Alone, you hold bright spaces
With the softest footsteps
Of great reserve
Who would have guessed that I would have found you
Emblazoned in all your infinite mystic light
Surrounded by a warm white mist
How hard your essence
Would be to fight
There for a while all was veiled in this warm white mist
Which flew in anew each day on the wind
I slept with feathers round my bed
Ignoring the burning bush
I defend
Now I sigh at the sight of your infinite mystic light
As the wind blows the mist aside
Though I have found you within the walls, I arise
To seek that from which
I hide
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:56 AM UTC
Though I have found you within the walls, you arise
Checked with beauty full of bends and curves
Alone, you hold bright spaces
With the softest footsteps
Of great reserve
Who would have guessed that I would have found you
Emblazoned in all your infinite mystic light
Surrounded by a warm white mist
How hard your essence
Would be to fight
There for a while all was veiled in this warm white mist
Which flew in anew each day on the wind
I slept with feathers round my bed
Ignoring the burning bush
I defend
Now I sigh at the sight of your infinite mystic light
As the wind blows the mist aside
Though I have found you within the walls, I arise
To seek that from which
I hide
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