as the sunrise
she comes with ephemeral grace
only taken to slow gloom of night
as melancholy as sight
living dusty in the ruins of broken life

I watch her climb upon the base
and stay for spells
that last like long breaths
holding sound for that unrest
of dying slowly unto death

and renewed again like returning melody
a song to sing with new light
and break my heart in trembling case
for a love to crash and solemnly raise
as an angel from the grave
with the piteous soul to save

pouring out the sorrow
just as the minors upon the stave

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Very Good Thank you

Nice write. Enchanting.