today you'll sip the morning
you'll wear the afternoon in your hair
you'll eat the evening
the mist ponders your heartbeat
an owl meditates on your eyes
the sea breathes through your lips
i come to you as a supplicant
i come through my faded dreams
i light many candles
i rest on your bosom
you open your eyes
the song begins
From the archive,Commonplace Book no. 2
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