Perhaps this sky
Bears You
Perhaps
There you have spread
Your magical device
The same magic
Which once enthralled One
So much
That he thought he had seen
All skies,
All plains,
All mountains,
Valleys,
Hillocks
And cliffs,
Perhaps,
This creamy softy light bears your face,
The same face
Which once left a silent trace
Of divine grace
On those distant trees,
Quivering still in the late autumn breeze,
Perhaps,
This place holds you,
Perhaps,
You are pretty close up,
And the only distance betwixt you
And me,
Is a dream.
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