Multifold Prosaic Journey

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    Arise and wake the day.
    Let me tell you happened.

    Out the door and down the road
    The earth behind the gates was old
    The night wind was stinging to the bone
    I cursed the ground that drew you down below
    Sole departing whisper in the darkness of your sight:
    I long to look to the east, and face the light​
     
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    The evening shade shall spread across the fields
    The light of dawn eventually yields
    The pale white moon shall cast her watchful eye
    And traipse her sullen journey 'cross the sky

    Within the pall of darkness on the land-
    Serenity, for ever close at hand
    The crimson light of dawn hails from the east
    While errant shadows flee from her increase

    Here is the secret quotient to be mused upon:
    Beloved entities are never truly gone​
     
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    On this life's long journey to find a meaning
    Time without love passes so very slowly
    In the vast cold night not knowing release of
    Dawn, for its slumber

    And so I still move in a constant sojourn
    Through a wasteland still with a hope to guide me
    Like a bright star shining in night's blue mantle
    Beckoning onward -

    This, my long sought end to the endless dreaming
    Full of lush rich pleasure, oasis verdant
    Or the cruel sands weaving their tricks of vision
    Beckoning onward

    But rewards much more than before encountered
    Chance the lots now cast to decide my favor
    I, with a faith and love and hope so steadfast
    Follow your starlight.​
     
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    Yes, I know. But prose can become poetry given meter and rhyme.
     

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