sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane

                            so empty
a petal- less flower weep

stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon

that is my faith
            my dear

that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light

to feed my wither

:: 03-26-2014 ::


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