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He comes to me in silken dreams
Where, with gentle haste,
Velvet threads of comfort are cast
Upon my furrowed brow,
Dulling the barbed edges
Of my cruel melancholies.
He speaks not to me
And yet, through the shimmering
Vapours of his presence,
Which Rest with quiet grace upon my soul,
I know all of him and am calmed.
Tender melodies shaped by unfamiliar chords
Enfold me within their phantom embrace
Serving to rest me upon a cloud
Of such harmonies as would provide
Eternal succour from the mischief of life's plagues
Harm will not find me here,
Solace is my companion, Sanctuary my saviour
I belong here, with him.
We are one.
And knowing this...
At last I am at peace
And sleep on.
And yet, through the shimmering
Vapours of his presence,
Which Rest with quiet grace upon my soul,
I know all of him and am calmed.
Tender melodies shaped by unfamiliar chords
Enfold me within their phantom embrace
Serving to rest me upon a cloud
Of such harmonies as would provide
Eternal succour from the mischief of life's plagues
Harm will not find me here,
Solace is my companion, Sanctuary my saviour
I belong here, with him.
We are one.
And knowing this...
At last I am at peace
And sleep on.
