“Woven Dreams”

They say we are like

When a willow stands alone

With no companion save the night sky

And amid its branching hair is caught

The jewels which our God once wrought.

But deck’d in thy lum’nous light I think

We are like

Where the ocean meets the sky above

So one cannot tell

Where I end and you begin.

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