Lord, grant me dreams,
unloose a torrent of truth
onto the landscapes of my imagination.
Make the melancholy light brilliant,
let spring burst through the shadows.
Boil the latent passion within my soul
until it swells inside me and gushes from my pen.
Speak newly invented words,
build me a library of miracles.
Sprout wings upon my shoulders -
I will sprint across moonlit rooftops,
I will fly above mangrove canopies.
Make me wispy as your breath -
I will rise beyond the burning rye,
I will shimmer with the stars.
Transform my heart -
I will swath the world in your romance,
I will love every creature
born in the eternal blue of sea and sky.
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