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Your beauty is every eye
turning magnetic lash
to worship in accident,
and find your face
in lines of image to fire glass
as silken as shapes of depth.
to watch in awe,
a master,
crafting art in crystal breath,
creating life
in absent places,
where memory is Morning's torch
of hope to gather,
while wandering my Meadow's night
in moonlit dream
of translucent tear.
Like liquid wings of Imagination's wind,
she fills my hollow to blow,
eroding mundane walls
of past intrusion
with Song's transfusion
in newer shapes of soul,
severing comfort
to ride in adventure,
inhaling what I can,
until my panting fingers
move to melt my mirror
in subtle sighs of you.
turning magnetic lash
to worship in accident,
and find your face
in lines of image to fire glass
as silken as shapes of depth.
to watch in awe,
a master,
crafting art in crystal breath,
creating life
in absent places,
where memory is Morning's torch
of hope to gather,
while wandering my Meadow's night
in moonlit dream
of translucent tear.
Like liquid wings of Imagination's wind,
she fills my hollow to blow,
eroding mundane walls
of past intrusion
with Song's transfusion
in newer shapes of soul,
severing comfort
to ride in adventure,
inhaling what I can,
until my panting fingers
move to melt my mirror
in subtle sighs of you.