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"The Ritual" [A]
You greet Me
each morn
in Your soft and hazy form.
For a moment, obscured,
by the darkness, inured,
yet soon the shadows fade.
A Sun so shy
finally arrives—
drizzles beams
across Your body
like the mists of fine, light rain.
Adorned, You are,
in a saintly, hallowed glow.
Adored, You remain,
devoured by these hungry eyes.
Such is the ritual
of a year’s worth of holy days
spent by Your side.
In mind, in body
I am Yours.
each morn
in Your soft and hazy form.
For a moment, obscured,
by the darkness, inured,
yet soon the shadows fade.
A Sun so shy
finally arrives—
drizzles beams
across Your body
like the mists of fine, light rain.
Adorned, You are,
in a saintly, hallowed glow.
Adored, You remain,
devoured by these hungry eyes.
Such is the ritual
of a year’s worth of holy days
spent by Your side.
In mind, in body
I am Yours.
Published 3rd Aug 2017
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3rd Aug 2017 10:32am
4th Aug 2017 6:00pm
Wow! Thanks so much, Shadow Starzzz! It is so much that! Appreciate You! ~Michael
