In the wilderness,
As I am drifting through
the heart of darkness,
Sifting through
the layers of night;
The celestial crescent
an earlier birth reminds,
And I recall
a brighter yesterday,
Shining with the light of a thousand suns:
That was your face!
The fateful cycle
that mortals know as Time,
That carries back and forth
the pails of birth and death,
Is pregnant with a promise -
Fierce, and pure, and true -
To behold and to feel,
In the core of my human heart.
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