there was the sky
a gateway, or a stone
beheld within your eyes
as exile, or a home
invitations, seeking grace
the fragile hours we mark
we rise as one unto a place
that leads us from the dark
among the fields the children swing
arms stretched unto the sky
asking what this life may bring
some smiles to meet the eye
and quiet now, the other ones
no means to rise above
the pasts from which they ever run
that they might truly love
it's cold outside, the sun is gone
and sky has drifted past
took with it your eyes that shone
such gifts don't often last
so mired again among the world
its splintered colonies
i shall ever keep the flag unfurled
the grace of you and me
if you don't know, i'll say it clear
e'en as the sky, we are both sun and moon
i intermittent need you here
that our times are thus with balance hewn
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