still sometimes I leave through the front door of this house

[Guest guest]

I see you

looking inside,

through misty creeks

past mountain peakson a winding path

 

I see you

reflecting the sun,

licking the shore

where waves meet

on a quicksilver lake.

 

I see you

under the stars

when the blackbird sings

in hot summer nights.

 

I see you,

and a new purple wave

kissing this earth

for each beat of your heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Guest guest]

"Al wrote:

>

>

>

>

> I see you

> looking inside,

> through misty creeks

> past mountain peaks

> on a winding path

>

> I see you

> reflecting the sun,

> licking the shore

> where waves meet

> on a quicksilver lake.

>

> I see you

> under the stars

> when the blackbird sings

> in hot summer nights.

>

> I see you,

> and a new purple wave

> kissing this earth

> for each beat of your heart.

 

you eye in million pixels

is the desire of the universe

to hug you