Darkling Days           
             
The beautiful is not chosen. 
The chosen becomes beautiful. 
The beautiful is not chosen. 
The chosen becomes beautiful. 

Please do not forsake me now, 
Sparkling gone 
With darkling says 
I drift at times I know it's true 
But I always drift on back to you. 

The beautiful is not chosen. 
The chosen becomes beautiful. 

I have never tired of 
Manna falling from above 
When conscious thought 
Meets careless heart 
And two lost souls find one fresh start. 

Lie me upon the earth 
Feel it's curve beneath our spines, 
Soon we'll follow it around, 
One lost soul 
Finally found. 

The beautiful is not chosen. 
The chosen becomes beautiful. 

These are known as darkling days 
Rhyming schemes gone askew 
Crackling gifts of light and air, 
Exploding words, 
Ours to share. 

The beautiful is not chosen. 
The chosen becomes beautiful.


             
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