I cannot look into
your eyes for but more than a second,
Two at most,
For they cut with
such ease of nature
Through my many
masks
And into the
uncertainty which racks a fickle heart.
You know that I am
torn,
For I cannot face
you,
When I see the
swelling azures,
Dancing,
Free,
Loving and
concerned,
Inviting and
Longing only to go
And to grow deeper,
Into you, into me,
All I can picture
is the day,
Written on the Sky,
As we tearfully
dance to and fro
Arm in arm as the
crowds watch,
Not whispering even
a word,
But knowing within
that now
Is here, is now, is
'til our eternal rest.
We are first mates
on this mysterious adventure,
And I am filled
with great joy and peace.
Are you, my dear?
Are you, my dear?
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