Crossing the threshold at rising,
The sun erupts upward from
Its nightly sojourn bring the fire,
Flames of light shining through a
Field of distant stars,
Come, wake me from this slumber,
Pain this sky with the crossing of color,
The star, pulls me through sleep,
Like a miners pick, breaking ice,
With bare hands, I reach upward,
Taking some fire from the tendrils,
putting its flames into my chest,
Passion, life, warmth, love,
You have given me life,
You have given me light,
You have given me love.

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