From restful stillness I awake in
Boldness; dawning day and brilliant light
And coldness; Wrapped inside the morning haze,
Is fullness I've never felt before.
Broken beauty meets me,
On streets where so completely
Ruined relics lie unconscious to their mastery.
Oh, these are pages I couldn't read before.
In winter I was filled with love so ancient
His visage I would dream but could not trace it
Till in springtime I lay quiet, waiting, vacant
For an anchor and a song.
Then a summer I never knew would come
Came in colors I couldn't see before
There were rains that I never knew could pour
Such brilliant hues on a pallid world
It's a love like this I was waiting for
To give aim for want; and cause for war.
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