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Golden Slumber
Love and Light
My poetry, a golden bed,
In sun’s embrace, it’s dipped and spread,
Disarrayed, I feel the heat,
Phrases formed, a dance complete.
I am the poem that softly sings,
Where birds take flight on fragile wings,
From my verses they rise and soar,
To the one I love, adore and more.
Nurtured by the heartbeat of light,
I’ve watered it day and night,
Hidden in July’s warm embrace,
For you, for you, I’ve set the pace.
I’ve labored long to stretch it wide,
To quench fatigue and set aside,
In sun I sit, like seasons passed,
Weaving golden threads at last.
This lengthy verse, it gently flows,
Nourished by the light that glows,
By trembling flames that flicker bright,
I’ve concealed July’s delight.
Wheat and almonds, grapes entwined,
For you, for you, my love enshrined,
I’ve made it as long as joy can be,
Exhausted, I’ve cradled it tenderly.
