Beloved

By their watchful towers

The embrace of their noise

The art of their courage

Resounds in my soul

–

Beloved

In the warmth of their gaze,

I crane into their falling light

Bearing truth on the vine

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Beloved and sought for

When I’m shielded by a mist

Coiled in grey

I feel their searchlights blaze

–

Beloved

I am cursed 

To fall apart in their silence

In the mind’s vast deserts

Staring past their true stars