Begun were the days in light’s sake,
Here few are the smallest drops of rain,
Began are the days that invite you here,
Breathe again; the sight is yours reborn.

Marching through the scorching lidless fire,
A candle was but her heart’s intake as felt,
Fickle and fought were her tears to oust,
Would then but Neptune’s ally yearn to help,
Bring this our torment these waters poured,
In each descent of drop the wine was taste,
Fall through the creases here, here, here,
A heart to vibrate the glass you call fear,
In each sound your steps be the life of tremor.

Let the wind blow who knows more,
Right and left, forward and back, slip and through,
Cast thyself into the fire whose heart is burned,
A soul is lingering to glow but how knew not,
Ere beau is sung the scars we never see,
Though how simple beings we with complex minds,
How tired we are in a day’s struggle against us,
To come back and dread the morrow’s own dread,
But for the gates of life are truly inviting,
To lose is but an option only for the few,
And to lose is but to kneel ere fate’s resign,
Though that was never truly in your heart’s design,
So shall see walk back into the dark her lantern high,
The dark heart is but the blood we never find,
Sound is but you who can find within and move,
Words brought are but similes to become you.

March on, neither empty nor full a stomach to delay,
Head up, for every fall is an equal and bigger rise,
Whisper your name and see who you behold how true,
In years, then the years shall find you more to rouse,
To display the splendour you muster for hope and you.

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