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In the night
all the starlight lights our bedroom.
Six thousand years
to lie upon your elbow,
amplifying the darkness.

Morning time.
Birdsong lifts our tired volume.
Ancient times,
four periods in refinement
coming now to grace our coffee.

In the eve
short sunlight scatters round you
across the porch.
Well you are glowing, you look lovely.
I take your fingers and sing

"In my life
I was tired then I found you
to walk beside.
I am complete, I am broken,
I am all the light in the sky."

In the night
all the starlight lights our bedroom.
Six thousand years
to lie upon your elbow
to amplify all of the light.

The act of choice is not that hard.
To clean the house or mow the yard?
And once you choose there's more to do.
The simple act of follow through.
It could take one day one year,
Some take longer not to fear,
The dedicated earn compensation.
Another choice on graduation!
And when you're done, your last exhale,
Pass the dogs, approach the scale.
Watch someone proof your soul results.
A-plus! Of course! All beings exult!
It's quite easy there's nothing to it.
A correct choice we're born to intuit.