The Hour of Salvation

Oh sweet orb of the night, 
Shower a ray of hope upon me, 
When every strand of my hair, 
In a celestial luminescence would gleam, 
When the darkness would be my castle, 
With walls of heavenly stars, 
At the door of the tranquil sky, 
The moon will knock with its brilliant sheen, 
Setting my glum face aglow, 
Dazzling with its incandescent beam, 
Soul rising from the life's lows, 
Radiating the path ahead, 
With a twinkling stream, 
There, 
Then would be the moment, 
Of widest smile on my lips, 
Eyes with transcendence lit, 
The hour of my salvation.... 

(c) S.S 

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