I desire purpose

among mortal shades of truth

reaching for resonance

in memory of pale stars

cast in clay without reason


In my forest, leaves cup

shaking palms in prayer, frail

from unsung autumns

my wondering spirit humbled

shorn apart, a fear like wings


I rise beneath snow

drink chill promise, join the chase

no man can finish

one, as if I were stronger

than a fierce hail of thousands


Yet the earth is warm

new clay formed, purpose driven

patient, my strength will rise

guidance in shades of prayer

resonance still unsung 

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