Deep in
sleep a message sent,
No doubt
exist’d when I’d awake…
A turn of
tides, a herald of my days.
At one point
I’d had no intents,
No care of
which way I’d take.
Divine word would
change my ways.
A vision I
could not explain,
But I could
not mistake…
My wife
above me, crying crystal tears.
Which set my
mind in motion,
And for us a
new child to make,
To mend us
through remaining years.
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