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Oh, mom and dad found my poem.
And they liked it, surprisingly enough.
I post my final (or at least I think my final) revision here.
I am supposed to have gone
During the night,
Sublimed from a fine mist into
Utter nothingness.
But I can't,
So instead I settle, restlessly,
In the darkness of a summer's eve.
I fall as a fine mist,
A fog,
to the silent ground below.
Though I hide all,
I desire clarity,
A new dawning on an old horizon,
Heralded by beauty and innocence,
The warmth of your touch.
Brilliant orb of the east,
rise to dispell this fog,
To pierce this lonely night.
Bring your warmth to comfort,
Your light to lift this obscurity.
Melt me away,
Take me up at once,
Into the clouds,
Closer to the heavens.
Lift me into cerulean expanse,
To be with you.
And with what I have become,
With all you have made me,
a vapor I remain,
only a wisp of cloud in your vast sky.
And they liked it, surprisingly enough.
I post my final (or at least I think my final) revision here.
I am supposed to have gone
During the night,
Sublimed from a fine mist into
Utter nothingness.
But I can't,
So instead I settle, restlessly,
In the darkness of a summer's eve.
I fall as a fine mist,
A fog,
to the silent ground below.
Though I hide all,
I desire clarity,
A new dawning on an old horizon,
Heralded by beauty and innocence,
The warmth of your touch.
Brilliant orb of the east,
rise to dispell this fog,
To pierce this lonely night.
Bring your warmth to comfort,
Your light to lift this obscurity.
Melt me away,
Take me up at once,
Into the clouds,
Closer to the heavens.
Lift me into cerulean expanse,
To be with you.
And with what I have become,
With all you have made me,
a vapor I remain,
only a wisp of cloud in your vast sky.