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Alone I seed a bed of cries,
sowing the vestiges of May,
repentant dreamer begging skies
to bring you back again someday.

I plead the moon to make its glow
reflect new roads that lead to you,
but only tear drops she bestows;
each pond old memories anew. 

And how the sun diffuses shine,
it dyes all glimmer of what was,
where it for all but you divine,
I'd drown a fool with lesser cause.

Far and away dim countless lights,
each beckons on our fading spring,
yet still I see you streak the night;
a blaze of love and hurtful things.

But when I feel the cosmos die,
and heaven cedes her every woe,
a little dipper spans my eyes;
our tender son cordons the blow.

If I could tether only one,
black every light with godly power,
again my earth, my moon and sun,
you'd rise a star among the flowers.