wings of gold take flight
and from outstretched hands
there stream beams of light . . .
From the sky I dive
without a doubt to urban blight;
ever knowing that you'll come
tonight.
All day
in the sun I laze
visions glide like dials in the sky
Little drops
between my eyelashes sparkle
like flakes of pure white snow.
between my eyelashes sparkle
like flakes of pure white snow.
And empyrean dusts they make
shapes of horses and of him
whom I've yearned and longed
for many years . . .
And the stars they twinkle so
and the moons they circle more
while the comets zoom and speed
and in frenzy meteors freeze
In my mind and heart
voices whisper raptures, too
from my lips they part
the words "I love you . . . "
From the sky I dive
without a doubt to urban blight;
ever knowing that you'll come
tonight.
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