All joys are due to thee

/ Rugby Lion

I brought the ghosts with me
She brought her love,
too precious to be lost.
Where the tongues meet,
a deviation from equilibrium.
Earth and high heaven
no longer fixed.
And where my hand is set,
my soul shall be.

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