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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