| Evening Walk with the Lady In vivid moments; brief and rare, When to Your rhythms I attune, A stillness I reach beyond compare, Feeling within the bright tides of the Moon. Awe-struck, I am thankful to simply BE, Sensing within me Your momentous pulse. The whispers of trees are tangible to me, The soft cloak of night about my shoulders falls. Wrap me tightly in Your arms, Let me from your waters drink, May I dance amidst these charms, and welcomed, in Your vastness sink. |
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