I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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A Vigil Of Silence

Beyond the divide of day and night,
I found you, in the echo of creation:
A sun to light my new dawn.
You spoke without words, the language
Of the soul.
Would that it please fortune to grant
But a day in that presence once again,
I should sacrifice
These hours of existence and remain
In the infinite, an enemy of Time.
The price for such a condemnation
To be covered by
My very breath.
Until that day this vigil continues
Through frequent moments of silence,
Indispersed with rare distractions
Of the quiet exhilaration
Offered in my dreams.