Passengers

With sunrise risen higher still
Upon where visions – fire filled
Did run from prisons – ire sealed
Retired from division

Where ebon fields and silver shores
Were deadened yields and tearful wars
But settled, healed, and tilled for more
And filtered costs concealed

So slowly slippled as needles sharp
Like holy lips and needful hearts
Did grow and drift and leave their mark
As trees that seasons grip

That even now are cast in calm
With greeting sounds that dash beyond
The fleeting now, for lasting long
As passengers refound

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