gathered moonlight in your eyes, the clarity it sends, i kiss them closed to bring the sky, near for what it lends, in cirrus circles high and dry, you're dancing like a kite, a curse or prayer e'er born on sighs, that i might rise above my height, when respite is the morning sun, it heals us with a song, and you my love the cirrus one, the one for whom i long, in coloured gasps we move the scene, the only truth i know, the things we do and truly mean, from which the spirit glows, far beyond the pale austere, civilised temporal display, chaos unfurling tattered here, you are as reason unto days, raised high above my earthen form, a tune that drifts but never errs, are we the handlers or the storm, that determines when and where?
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