"My Dearest Divine"

I once held you high
and looked into your smile

Then you slipped through my fingers
like a crimson rain

And my feet became frozen in the still night
eight feet under the earth's tender pain

And I grew to love her with all her rivers of tears
I grew to love her joy's majesty and her towers of fears

And when I see a blue moon I remember your smile inside me
though not as bright

For my sweet earth has named me
and I am hers tonight.

But in the morning, my dearest divine, please wake me with your smile
and I'll share with you mine.

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