Preamble
To be frank; it must be stated that in my heart of hearts there is a lingering cynicism. One that I have suppressed and ignored like a fastidious child groaning for attention. My mind sees red like a bull anxious for freedom and I am condemned to feel the downtrodden reverberation of a scared, loathsome ego. Nevertheless I have put my distaste for hope aside and written as lightly as I could to express an optimism that I find so treacherously uncomfortable.
Graciously presiding over the earth.
She swayed the oceans.
God's womb.
Father's better half.
Aunt.
Shining with uncle's light.
You raise the tides.
Tuck the earth in with a blanket of waves.
Inspire songs from nature musicians.
Sister.
Keeping the lonely company.
Keeping the darkness at bay.
You know the night is young.
The stars your siblings remind you of this.
Lover.
sleep beside me.
With me in my dreams.
In the day I wish to see you.
At night I cannot be apart.
Woman
Moon
God
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