Spring sky blue and cloud white rush by my window
as her voice fills my mind,
echoes reverberating off
past to future and back.
How still life seems with each
moment of her near me -
her scent lingering as dew against my soul windowing upon my heart,
her thin lips so full of magick and awe,
her forest green eyes full of lightning to match
the thunder within her heart and soul.
How lucky we are,
our whispers full of love drown out the cathedral choir,
our embraces veined with passion to triumph
over the faults of other's earthquakes.
Sky black and moon bright,
peace lingering in the night air as her voice fills my mind,
our bodies intertwined,
in tune to the echoes off past and future.
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