At the edge of life, where few reach, I play among heartbeats, teach what life is meant to be. Distant visions, eyes are led, become imagination's home, instead. Here she rests, loves to roam rocks and feel waves lap against my shore. I am an island, forever more. It's not a lonely place to be, though solitude is guarenteed. In her, I am a living poem. |
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Where I touch the sky, rises one still higher, the view to admire. What must it be like, to search the horizon in eagle eyes. What memories disguise will she recall, when years tumble and fall beyond my reach. In that moment, as a wave, she will return. When her legs no longer stretch, her soaring inner vision will meet the test. This is my legacy, to be her island and always her beginning. |
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Look at this. She has made me shelter in the storm, imagined or otherwise. I am home. What greater gift in the eternities is there? I am home to the pure love of life. We live in each other, gain strength and rest, as one arm rests against another. I am the earth from which she sprang and she, the heart from which I breath. |
Wordly cares make her forget this romance of the soul. I give my vision into her eyes. For a moment the distance will remember us. It is enough. I have felt her heart. She has the eyes of love. She views what is beyond the distance and returns it to the heart of whatever island calls her name. |
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