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Inspired by my Wife, Poem |
| Eyes that swirl with the mists of time. Constant blue cores of molten change Gravitated to purest reality within, Anchoring the soul on the tides of wind. Which speaks of that which has no words Beyond matter, beyond thought Beyond acts, beyond conscious. The ancient din, un-undirstood. Always sought, less oft found The rough diamond within. Two that are one making Here found and bound. Everlasting eternity The prize she has given me Compounded in grounded sea Reflected dual pools so watery. |