Patient is My Soul

Thu, 01/22/2015 - 20:35 -- Ljhenry

If the flames burn auburn in the chill of the night

Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light

Notice not I, the cold that endures

But wait for the sun whose golden glow assures

Whether ivory flurries or ashen toils

Whether light stops, turns back, and recoils

Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light

 

And with a dark wave, crumble four walls of white

Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light

Care not I, the harsh rain that swallows

But wait for the sun whose golden glow follows

Though lightning cracks and the tide arises

Though black as night the storm devises

Patient is my soul, for the eve of first light 

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