Splendor, stain the light and stay, O keeper of the day, and I, of solemn thoughts.
Float your stars o’er the graveyard of my heart—motes of slowly swirling memories
Caught within the atmosphere of a world threadbare with secondhand agonies.
Silence, steal the pain and kneel beyond the peal of hearts too lost to smile, too young to fall
Breaking the tides of song beneath your vagabond stars.
Teach my heart the strains of the sky, untouched by here and now
And what and how: the strains of living—the gravity of hearts.
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