Cleanse me with the Autumn rain
Wash away the thirst of my weathered soul
That I may soak in your nourishment
And satisfy my quench
Wash away my inhibitions of the dawn's embrace
I always see splendor in the rising Sun
With it's youthful breath
I inhale it's sweetness of truth
From the embers of golden and amber
Turning purpose into ashes
Reflections of past glory and light
Like a falling leaf liberated by the wind
I release my will to yours
To witness evidence of it's brilliance of purpose
The embryo of consciousnes
Gives birth to divine awareness
Embers now ashes
Still a hopeful glow
The fire of compassion
Enlivens my soul
I Arise from the ashes Erect
Are you talking about when you first open your eyes in the morning, you realize you have a hard on? It is sort of a symbol of youth between men.
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