If the mist of morning finds daylight a friend
Why does she walk away?
The mist prefers his softer side
but when he screams, she mustn’t stay
He never took to subtleties, but lit the life
so the seeing learn
but mist is a caress, you see,
the sun could not presume to earn
I took your hand
the wind advanced
but wove a circle
while we dancedI wrote a song
that pressed the sun
to two blue coins
your eyes undoneI drove a car
through hurricane
to hold you warm
within the rainYou took my hand
and slowed me down
lest in my fever
I would drowna boy with hopes
to give the world
forgo the quest
to know the girl
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when I stand in front of you
I feel time within time, and I feel no sort of its
creation in our human mind’s at all
all eternity becomes one long moment
a pause in the the womb of reality
or perhaps sultry imaginationnow I speak of women, all women
because life is woman
books and poetry is woman
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