Through hourglass neck
A torrent of specks,
We flowed with tides of gold
Within this pass
Of precious glass
From ashes rose two souls
Our feet in sand
Hearts in our hands
Each burning autumn twilight
Your lovely rapture
Your soul matured
A wine sweeter than the night
From cursed earth
A poet's birth
Bring hopes and dreams alive
A missing calm
These stormy arms
Push and pull, and never still
Tho' it may rain
Upon this flame
But wash it down
Time never shall
Don't ever be sorry
For who you are,
For I still rhyme for you
JKLM
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