Alba
(‘Infinite things desired, lofty visions’)
I found you among noble things,
I knew you among true spaces,
you come bringing the world’s depths,
hold in your hands the mind’s future.
You were not meant for dull being,
and I long to sweep away,
all this time, and all this silence,
find you again among noble things.
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