I feel the mirror of the heavens on your arm
And the trough of my soul is undisturbed and calm
It was difficult as you slipped out of the womb
A cherub’s lamplight brightening up the room
The star stole my heart in the night sky warm
A ballad was playing for the impending storm
The cusp of a nightmare and dream at dawn
A salad of bitter vinegar and sweet corn
I didn’t dream of revelation, when the choir chanted
When the gifts come disguised, the subconscious wanted
My fists hit the wind, raised in then unknown jubilation
An umbrella had me covered right up to the destination
My fate is a sweet-perfumed flower that lives in your yard
The trumpets sound loudest for the silently fighting bard
You breathed into my life courage and self-worth
The glory of life’s love is infinitely eternal paydirt
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