Sparkling

Under your drift seeming to take me
Using me incessantly to wake me

More latent than beaming in the wise
Much streaming in a disguise

Touch me and see me yearning to reach
Tease the romancing in my teaching

Loose is my dreaming of your sea
Luring and exalting me to be

Kept deeming in the practice
Crafts me instilling purpose

Still reading the signs of your bread
Seasons obligating me to send and

Work me Learning to be bred
Ways so mature and instead
Of breaking me, you make me
into Sparkling.


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