Across the sun's face strung at night, A sea
Of stars establishes, Our fears curtains
Misdeeds we would not do under the gaze
Of watchful days. Instead we wait. We wait.
Until the light may shield each sin (we wait),
For night to say the things our weak hearts think.
We wait until the veil falls 'way; We wait
To sing and wear our innocence (why wait?)
Like a blinding halo. Woe head, woe heart:
Both ache in daylight's lustre. Still I wait
Because both heart and head may muster night's
Blue gloom. And then may love begin to heat:
'Neath freckled sky and all the sin we greet.
This has a swaying feel to it. A musicality.
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