ACROSTIC
As I lie dreaming, lit by stars,
Caressed in magic by the night;
Risen moon illumines scars
Oh, past I’ve folded out of sight!
Silver beauty of my dreams,
Touch me with forgetfulness;
I am lulled by cold moonbeams and
Calmed to mild regretfulness.
Passions veiled throughout the day,
Only liberate the dark;
Embers flare and fade to grey-
My nightmares likewise dimly spark.
Bring on the night! Bring on the moon!
You soul-devouring lords of blame-
Sling your stones, destroy me soon!
And never let me wake in shame.
Lonely, let me wake in fright
Lulled by cold moonbeams of night
Yet - never lost to His keen sight
Oh hold me, faith, and set me right.
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