in soft embrace I now arise
and search for peace in hungering eyes
thy faces change: my Love renames
our starlit World,
the past remains forgotten by linear spite
one thousand pairs of second sight
who through my eyes at last may see
We are Divinity
We Choose to Be

'Vervain,' Faith and the Muse

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