Jew #4
When bright stars fade into day
And the flowers of May are fruiting trees
When rocks into sands decay
And rivers make mountains in the seas
Love shall be a brighter sun
Than all the galaxies galore of gas aglow
Than all fair summers than earth can know
Its passion shall never done
For you are the energy
Of its core the bright power of its heart
The gold thread of memory
The whole that conceptualize its part
You are deity and creed
The reason that concedes my gift of faith to me
My little hold on keys of vast eternity
The sweet fulcrum of my need
O cast me not like sunspots
Away, to die an astral flare apart
Or dross of sparkling ingots
With heaven banished from my brittle heart
You, the sum of my desire
The terminus and purpose of my being, I
Yield to you my worth in all, my none deny
Let me on thy breast retire.
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