I watch the frieze of phosphorescent vapours arc across the blue

Beams and spears of sacred colour

Peeling back the tombs of fear I have been encased among

And I feel my heart thud softly against the gentle breath of Springtime

And I freely anticipate

The loves I have yet to love

The love that will surely come

Like a young olive grove swathed in moonlight

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