Like Dusty, yet a spring...

Like Dusty,
Yet a Spring,
A golden radiance
Of a deified sunny beam,
You cometh
Like an Unseen of a Comet,
Following Your path
Nights tailing Your supersonic light
As if speed like a fountain on erupt
Of never felt joy,

And me just stares
At Your Deep Blue Eyes
As if that stare is my only way
To know how life sways
To be breeze, wind, seas,
As if that is my only object
To be a movie, a retake never taken,
Yet a clip going on...unbroken,
Like a tune...
A Springfield...


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