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From this Desert by Robert Funderburk
A cloudless day holds no promise, all earth etched in temporal clarity. Night gives a glimpse of eternity, that snow-clad land beyond the burning stars. Rain, my rarest friend here, turns back demands of day, whispers peace with its cool, grey breath. You are the clouds, the night. You are the rain.
Piu di me lieta non si vede a terra by Francesco Petrarch
There is no other happier than I,Neither shipwrecked who finally reached land,Washed up and shivering, ready to die,And humbled on his knees by heaven’s plan;Nor happier the man who felt the nooseWound tight around his neck moments before,Than I who see Love’s sword finally sheathedAfter so many days and nights of war.And all of you…
Radiance by Daniel Platt
A half-life passes, others come and go,But no clairvoyant eyes can find the dayWhen what we’ve shared will finally ebb away.Our palette lacks the muted indigo,A shade to quench the incandescent glow—Our cataclysm’s radiant decay—And time provides no twilight to allayThe swelter as the burnished memories flow.Our sin was unoriginal, and yetThere was a bonding…