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The Grave of Her Secrets
The night fell upon you
Like a dead cold starlight
Flickering in daunted sputters
Your love found its heart: fear
And you are saddled again
In the cradle of your eternal burden
But do not let the night
Be the thief of your beautiful life
In spite of your apprehension
His arms never grew tired
This is the long haul and you
Will never perish in our dreams
Sybella: the lady of secrets,
You are yourself an enigma -
A bewilderment that shall be freed
With hopes of the future
Step into the light, dance.
Let the bones knit themselves
And live now completely
And let your shadow dance
Whilst you emancipate yourself
Bury the night and paint
Your sky with your own palette
Tonight, forgive yourself and
Reckon that you are only fenced
By the abundance of love.
Start anew,
Sep into the light,
Dance, dearest Sybella.
poem
by
Norman Santos
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