Midnight Crafting
Blood Moon lit we watch
As pieces are arranged right
"Is this the first time?"
I ask in absence
The distance still paining me
But buoyed by Hope
I feel you respond
As if signaling a vow
For a war ended
For an age begun
Where written on every heart
Is the word of God
With nature in bloom
Christmas lights in every room
Halls safe and sacred
Where tiniest Hopes
Have the freedom to explore
Wings and crowns guarding
And we might find rest
In our own private home shared
Or whatever else
Something like a dream
Could never hope to describe
Starry Nights' fullness
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