I Want People to Share Their Poetry

Be it not endless light that glistens from her wings?
Be it not the air, privileged, that hears the way she sings?
There-there, calm thy tormented soul
For the ravenous seas, their eyes in disguise, disperse at her call.
Be it not those blind, who cannot perceive her beautiful face?
Be it not heavenly grace and mercy, in her presence, one knows their place.
There-there, peace be of your mind
Too true, the insidious ghosts of the caves, their boasts echo in waves, fall empty, when she, they find.
Be it not her touch that carries the stars' shine?
Be it not her hair, a brown river of honey, so magnificent, so divine.
There-there, rest your weary feet
Inside the heights of the rocks, whom confide in the flights of the clocks, time stops, when she, they greet.
Be it not her laugh, that silences my restless fear?
Be it not her radiance and beauty, that draws me near?
There, there, trouble your treasured chest never, lest it be dead
Perceived by the birds, "Deceived!" cry those words, lest you be upon the gentle drafts of soothing words, until now, unsaid.

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