Kislev, the Month of Dreams (4)

 Oh Solace, come, I'm giving you your space.
 I've brought you to this quiet, sacred place
 So you can, as your able, find your voice:
   So speak then as you can,
   And I will hear.

 For Comfort is a thing of blue and gray
 Like mist upon a lake at break of day
 That calls the very sinews to rejoice:
   So spread your screen and show,
   And I will watch.

 So Consolation, I would feel your hands
 Upon my shoulders. We can stand, or dance;
 Or play here, reveling in all these joys --
   So let me touch you now,
   And I will feel.

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