Tearing the tower of a light house
That the mind boasted of
Just an arrow of your sharp gaze it took
To shake up and welcome the pouring light of the night.
Vistas of what do I explain and how
With crumbling tears and pining joy
Of breath or blossom
Or of light or might
Overflowing on this full moon night
Gliding along with you in your tide
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