last night I saw the Fields of Light
shimmering through the shivering night
felt the fingertips of grace
touch the teardrop on my face
saw the brush of a wand'ring saint
caress my soul with his shadowey paint
so i could stare into the lights
and see the patterns of their flights
open mouthing to the wind
that filled me up to fly again
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