My hand moves across my brow,
Yet, neither hand nor brow is there.
I see...I smile into It.
Love sings to me,
And bright halos cast "Hurrahs!" into the Crest.
"More!" I call out--
And brilliant Pinnacles wave!
My Joy illumined...
My Shelter, my Comforter,
Submitted by: Naimah on 03/25/2016
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