IV

Be still: though Time still seeds our days with doubt
And wise words, failing even as they fall, cry out
Into the silence that was Love:
Tonight, as all the newest stars bright shone,
I hung my passion and a dream upon the brightest one
And set it spinning in the Void above.

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