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Can you see me?

I'm standing on the precipice of nowhere,

Waiting for something

An experience as magnificent and true

As this aquamarine dream.

Will the azure sky embrace me?

For now it seems confused and tired,

But I need the touch of heaven,

And salvation rings a resounding melody,

All I need is look at the eyes of the sky.

The land stretches, and a gaping abyss separates souls

But as dark is warm and comforting, it is the infinite night

And it shall never cease its promise of belonging,

All that hinders is everything and nothing

For words collected like angel's whispers

are all that's needed to bridge the need for being,

like feathers waving in the wind, along with wishes for dreams.

Words touch the heart, words are intense,

Magical and omnipotent, words are felt

And life is but a dream for now, made by a pen,

Verses of dreams that I embrace

So precious that they are locked in every nook of the heart,

So imbedded that they can never be expunged,

So vividly painful, one can never let go of its touch.

How can one tire of words of life?

This feeling of flight will never die,

And long as you love with verses as sweet as your lips,

As warm as a sunset kiss, eyes of the sky,

There is no need to hide, no reason unclear,

Eyes of the sky as I gaze, everything is alright.