A reprimanding gesture to disguise
What solitude of nested worries tied
Behind the sails of ships, access denied
By cruel embargo, issued by a cry
Sung from the piths of onions to be shied
Away from pealing lies, projected sighs.
I am awakened by this dream, to be
Aware of how it mirrors back at me
Yet knowing refuge in the One who sees
And hears the whispers of the limpid trees
So rooted in the cargo of my glee,
The One who is the secret, treasured key
To opening this stoic cave of mine,
And carving Love's expanding, valued time.
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