Self Eclipse

Grassfileds were brown when you smiled
Trees swayed from an axis to another
You I longed for no longer
Trusting in Gods I do further.

Where is the oracle of yourself
after you let me drink from your galss
you threw me to the dark wall
worrying of not getting your concepts.

Are there waves on a clear day?
Dawn never seemed to be there
You, I know I abhor at times,
Night never tried the rain drops that fell.

I hid myself from the rays of day
while you hid yourself when I am in eclipse.

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