Somnus and Splendor

Dime in the sky, won't you turn this skin white like yours?
With your resolute song-of-a-light,
will you fill me with letters and lines?

When all else overhead succumbs to the power failure
and other arms slumber and sigh,

in your eyes, I'm alive,
darling dime in the sky.





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