that vast coast line
of Cote d'Azure...
brings you to me dear...
the blue-
spread like a dream...
the wind-
as good as any soother,
when they talk to my ears...
i see your face...
autogenerated...
as if they all work together
to help me connect...
with Him...
the final Home...
and you
another
home...
that red top
of that house
tall...
set
perfect
vertically bright
as if a beacon of red red light
for wayfarers
giving them direct...
that brings me closer to you...
that redness never burns...
the redness is so pure
as if white...
so peaceful as if sleep...
so transcendental
as if a journey being always made within...
a journey having been made all through...
for a decade...
or
for a century...
that ramp made of thick solid wood
held strong and buttressed by logs of teak...
further accentuated by whitish pink rocks...
that even takes me to you,
dear...
and i walk...
without fear...
for
i got Him
and you...
and She in you...
Her blessing
on your face...
Her silence in your eyes...
Her dreams in your walks...
so...
i feel a death is occuring
always within
at that
Cote d'Azure...
a Happy Death...
a Happy Rebirth...
a Happy State...
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