attempt two

A quick search on some of your 'terms' and this appeared.

Written last year when my Emrys was feeling sad -- some may apply

faucon
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Ah, it is still dark
or so envisioned by those still asleep.
Yet the Mistress is about and above and over there,
casting amber shadows on things so real
in sunlight glare that we may not see for blinking.

Life spreads before us a tapestry,
woven of warp threads of eternity
and our feeble yarn of self-dilution.
we get caught up in this shuttle of life
and forever pass guilt and envy to another
"woof" is a magical term as any other!

Come on then, my Lady, reflection of my soul;
show me the texture of the shadows
and hide the discarded trash of yesterday.
open my eyes to what can be made real
instead of reality made ugly and less hopeful.

Why does the world choose to slumber, half awake
when they could walk the path of wonder
only lit when your golden laughter
draws me to my pulsing
seed of life?

It is only by reflection that we can see the truth,
both in harsh realities of pain and strive and yearning.
Strive to look at life's choices through the eyes
of one less fortunate by your own limitations,
that those would you would set
on a pedestal of greed.

Or just settle here in the softest of moonlight,
and remember you mother's gifting arms,
and know that you are always home as one
and need not do anything
but remember.