One of you was with me,
I can't remember who,
but all my sins on land and sea
slipped through the hands of you.
So bitterness was ended
and tears that worked no balm ...
just hours of peace extended,
sands drifting from your palm ...
the golden grains of mercy
for things now far in past
that bear the curse of Circe
and old fires' furnace blast.
I wake each day with dreams of you,
godparents to my life,
who bless and sip the magic brew
we share to end souls' strife.
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