Sight of the Night Soul
The stars have splashed my blinking eyes.
Blinding me with its disguise.
Now the light may crystallize.
All that I have seen.
The tree bears fruit of every kind.
To thee I wish to be defined.
For all the light now has me blind.
Senses nearly keen.
Confused by sight and sordid sound.
Truly lost what I have found.
Kneeling on the trodden ground.
From thee I must be weaned.
I hide behind the night lights shower.
Not to frail I will not cower.
Safely under the bridled bower.
The storm clouds thus convene.
Lofty soul these things I seek.
Strengthen me when I am weak.
Of this earth among the meek.
Grasping sights unseen.
Blinding me with its disguise.
Now the light may crystallize.
All that I have seen.
The tree bears fruit of every kind.
To thee I wish to be defined.
For all the light now has me blind.
Senses nearly keen.
Confused by sight and sordid sound.
Truly lost what I have found.
Kneeling on the trodden ground.
From thee I must be weaned.
I hide behind the night lights shower.
Not to frail I will not cower.
Safely under the bridled bower.
The storm clouds thus convene.
Lofty soul these things I seek.
Strengthen me when I am weak.
Of this earth among the meek.
Grasping sights unseen.
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