The Reawakening
The tide had long fallen It's rhythm still and forlon Sounding dismal echoes Of a heart in dire throes And a soul in void Longing to be buoyed Then you came Stirring mysteries I struggle to name My heart reborn Our love begetting an ecstatic scion My soul restored Shorn of all trod As eternal as it is unshaking Hail the reawakening
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