When your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss
gets into you,
may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come .. come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays in the currach of thought and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home.
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