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Sun Goddess
Grey, it's a poor man's blue
It's my eyes, without you.
~
A window pane, revealing
through the frost of the glass
A light unknown; be known
A sun, unsurpassed
Winter held and winter chilled
as my eyes bled away all vision
But a ray of light, now in sight
touched within my prison
She laid her flower down to ground
with the moisture of my kiss
And this said sun, known but to one;
I blessed it with my tenderness
Her softest light, a touch of gold
to value all that she may handle
And with the rays, of hope and faith
it blossomed, beneath my candle
No shade of shadow, no warn of night
can brass this gold of mine
For in my hand, she laid a gem
with a flame of pure sunshine
Her warmth of heart, her touch of care
the very moment, of her awake
It soothes the creature of my dusk
when rising, beneath daybreak
And greedy, no, she takes her time
half is hers and half I dwell
In the inner cave of her muse's vice
where heaven rubs toes with hell
But rest beneath, a setting sun
tired, we hold ourselves still warm
With hands entwined, to share this time
as the goddess gets reborn.
~~~
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