Fluttering in my heart starts when I hear your voice
singing songs of midnight, as candles glower in minds,
lifting moods skywards.
Sifting through shimmering scrabbles of words,
searching for just the proper ones to express how I
feel in prayers of sacrifice today.
Finding an amen to lighten the way towards destiny
and fate, holding hands over desert plains, carefully
touching cacti of my sunken heart.
Slowly easing selfishness into graves of earthen dirt,
freeing selves from rights of passages in aisles of
yesterday's tomorrows.
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