The sunshine‘s lost behind the clouds
It can’t seem to break through
Hindered by the gloom and doom
On a dreary afternoon
Specks of light now shines past
In little rays of hope
Like strings of yarn from high above
Twisted like a rope
Pulled closer to it’s orifice
Peeking out some more
Finding different avenues
For it to explore
Standing on the presuppose
Of Gods golden shore
Waiting for the blistering sun
To open the sky door
Let itself get noticed
It’s presence felt and warm
Fighting off the rain clouds
Brewing up a storm
With hopes to see a nicer day
In what some may call “the norm”

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The lilt of your sea
Is a mystery to me,
The form of your lips
A vast calligraphy.

The shape and stem
Of your new world,
Impregnated with maudlin and marrow,
And how it curled, instead of set.

You are remarkably
Cloud-hidden,
Less an end to everything,
More a furtive wellspring.

O sweet custodian of paradise,
Please measure out your turn of phrase
In the language of light,
As we enter into the uncreated night.