As beams stream earthbound, sent from heaven to
Encircle, entwine, and gently embrace
Mossy oaks with branches outstretched, I do
Think of thy voice empower'd to turn this face
Away from false imaginings, to seek
Sublime reality so tangible.
The illusion of mine own strength, so weak
When in true beholding, is unable
To now retrieve the mask that would save this
Pride from falling prey to a broken heart.
A stone 'midst placid river is a kiss
That stirs the soul to grant love its very start.
Stir, yes agitate and rouse, pay no mind
Of pleas to cease this violent storm so kind.
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