You are words on the page to me.
Thoughts in my head.
How real is that?
You are my imagination and fire;
Oh my soul
Here you come again.
I am falling tumbling
Along the terraced sky and
Elaborate out-of-body.
Let’s do this: pretend.
We shall walk together
And smoke and play
On rich forgiveness and oh my
Future and what the hell.
It could happen?
Still, I am not always here:
My daily governing is full
And there is my naked porch
Where maybe you never were, really
And chimes have an
Intimate relationship with the trees.
The same moon kisses us both
And each of us far away and
Above us all, The Light.
Blessings hover and surround, so
Ring the truth and the honesty,
With love ever after, thank God.
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