These fruitful days,
these gifts of the universe,
exceed any lonely call in the night
I might ever imagine.
The prominent grace of the high clouds
on the face of sunset is pink and gold
against the leaving of the day--
all the forgiveness I need.
No one can imagine
another deliverance
as sweet as the rising
of these stars
that gather lovers together
like it was the last day.
Until it is the end of time,
make me change my mind
with words whispered
before the rising of the sun.
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