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My Humble Poet

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Don’t let me fall away tonight
Until my mind is filled with light
That you, my humble poet, keep
Upon your lips to bring me sleep.
The words need not be fine nor rare
On death, of love, or maidens fair.
You know which lines to whisper near
My throat and cheek, into my ear.

Beside my heart time beats too slow
Awaiting gifts that you bestow
To graciously and gently feed
The hunger of another’s need.
And still you toil more and again
With verse and song, paper and pen.
It is your nature, strong and kind
That comforts me and fills my mind.

So sing to me in hushed blue tones
And write your words upon my bones.
Oh poet, lovely, gentle soul
Rain down on me and make me whole.
Then let the strings and reeds of rhyme
Play in my head your song sublime.
Today, tonight, until I die
Til I am Earth and you are Sky.customizable counter

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