The River Flows in Gentle Stream
The river flows in gentle stream
like breath along the yielding air;
A shift in twinkled, sequined, gleam
may cease my darkened thought's repair.
To be unshackled from the shade
of pain's prolonged and joyless snare,
may see to stronghold evening's fade
despite heart's helpless mal de mer.
Lost in head and mind engulfed,
I seem to float those waters fair...
To break despondence far indulged,
I sift through numbered unsaid prayer.
For what can lead of self-extolled
when soul has fluttered long elsewhere?
He, by radiant Love-behold-
shall align your feet on thoroughfare.
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