Vagrant Star

Fantasies of stars and moon and thee
ever lost within the mystery
of who we are
and on high, a vagrant star
will wonder still
how is it that the thrill
of love is left for last
after all the pain has passed

when love is the greatest healing balm of all
it soothes the stormy soul
to bring the calm of unity
flowing sure between two hearts
that beat in ecstasy

a rhythm now in sync, yet out of time
in boundless beats meant to remind
the heart of sweet imagination's play
amid the hours of every day and night

Savage now, the beauty of the storm
just before the dawn of all that is
moves in natural rhythm
seeking only its rebirth within us all


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