a thousand suns
delighted days
the hands of youth
bid me away
my feet embarked
in cold dismay
impatient haste
the darkness raised
delinquent waste
my childish ways
disdain and pain
the magic, slain
no starry skies
no moonlit nights
in hunger, thirst
all joys refrain
stumbling through
an arid land
acridity
no sacred ground
my tongue was tied
in fiery haze
ill-fated man
had naught to claim
my breath was caught
my hearing gave
my sight was lost
my mind replayed
in dreams I lay
a field of hopes
a wishing well
a waterfall
my heart was stirred
my spirit saw
the life, inhaled
the soul, afloat
my feet were cleansed
when i awoke
my hunger, fed
my thirst was quenched
i bowed my head
she held my face
humility
was touched by grace
a thousand suns
delightful days
a warm embrace
bid me to stay.
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