Sestina: Gentle Hand Thy Heart

Hallowed morn in white ivory
Seems the flowers are always faltered
Beneath the shadowed peers, my lunar
As the world beneath, it sleeps
Waiting dawn all a while
Presence whispers in the day

Deem the light in break of day
Have you seen the ivory?
Dream away and rest a while
Seems to me my life is faltered
Now I've seen the star that sleeps
Beneath the dawn in you my lunar

Lunar bread thy smile my lunar
Hallowed morn besieged in day
Among the haven heaven sleeps
Whispers, whisper within the ivory
As it seems and so I'm faltered
While I dream, to dream a while

There they wait and rest a while
Besiege my light my love, my lunar
June in gesture and I am faltered
Hallowed morn in break of day
Hallowed morn "among" thee ivory
Beside the sea, as it sleeps

Whispers gently in their sleeps
To daydream and all a while
How haft I, seen the ivory
Loving light my love, my lunar
Drawn awaits the break of day
How am I humbled, when I'm faltered?

Some how heavens knows I'm faltered
Even when I know it sleeps
Among the shadows there is day
And there are thoughts within a while
Gentle hand thy heart my lunar
Hallowed morn in white ivory

Thy hand in ivory, thy eyes are faltered
Gentle moon in light my lunar, restless as the heaven sleeps
To rest a while, the break of day

Poem By Darryn John Murphy

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