Dawns' twilight a deep blue well,
A balm of blue above a world yet black.
You are mine but not for me -
My being torn by this dichotomy.
Day too long and night too heavy,
This cool place an inter-space
To wrap myself in dream,
To rest in the blue-black stream,
In the unknown flowing of faith.
There reason I dream of between
The black world and the deep blue well,
Secret hope the future may tell.
Such hope as I dare not yet gleams,
A balm of blue above a world yet black.
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