Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Your being is flying, flying inside of whatever is free in me
name the spaces of evergreen streaming vision fleeting
is where gardens of us grew to beyond the sun (loving the moon)
poetry melting into the blending of us touching silky hot skin
forever, wherever your thoughts lead into seeing
to the center of the golden dream we dreamed
me I'm just floating in the sky you built long before we were born

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