Her face was warm, her light, a balm

That cold October night.

Bright comfort in a black of calm,

When my soul needed light.

Chilled, quiv'ring sparks before her bowed

Above, in sky's great hall,

And I - I lay upon the ground,

'Midst wooded sent'nels, tall.

Away, her black and glassy dome

Arched far beyond my touch.

Like pains & fears in my heart, home,

That troubled me so much.

And there it was, her gentle rays

Whispered-reminders sent.

As long as wander'rs seek a way

She guides the heaven-bent.

Magnificent, and glowing high,

Her duty is to raise,

Her light against a light-void sky

And voice in pure-white praise.

Silence and peace, in harmony,

Entwine against the fears.

And when the dawn's dew fell to me

It met with thankful tears.

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