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FOREVER INTO THE DISTANT BLUE

(T. Beechey)



Amidst the boundless astral plain,amongst the myriad drops of rain,

Between the moon and sun I've danced in a ceaseless quest to seek romance

But I just had to turn to find that what I sought was right behind

To take my hand and guide me through forever into the distant blue



Within her eyes,therein lies what shade and shadow can't disguise

All that is so pure and true,like when the dawn embarks anew

Spilling forth in lustrous rays,sifting through the mist and haze

Allowing for another chance to glimpse the world at flawless glance

And the images which have been drawn supply the strength to carry on

Over once untrodden ground as time's fabric grows unwound

Hers is truly a lyrical soul - lifting me up,filling the role

Of someone whom I used to know...it seems so very long ago



But also yet,in a way,there remains a sense of yesterday

For but a fleeting twinkling once,I relished the flavors of these wants

I savored every precious drop then,all too soon,it came to stop

Ever since I've longed and yearned for those moments to return

To cast aside shrouds of gloom and breathe in airs of sweet perfume

Nestled in rich bouquets of water lilies by the bay

Just simple pleasures,priceless treasures ---springing forth in spacious measures

Gone not to be revised...till I found the beauty in her eyes



Reviving faith,renewing hope,smoothing out each hill and slope

Granting chance to chances lost regardless of the cause or cost

A time to bask within the rays of playful,carefree summer days

And capture at their greatest heights passions borne on winter heights

Revealed to all,concealed to none --- the time to heal has begun

And I never thought I would see when such a time would come to me

I'm comforted so by its warming glow,more than anyone could ever know

Casting reflections below,above,and all around in hues of love



Now,as anguish goes,I've chance to dose --- at last,a moment for repose

For I've grown weary in my quest,my wounded soul beckons request

The mirrored portraits in her eyes reflect upon the earth and skies

Across the glass I faintly trace a misplaced smile upon my face

When I awake I've come to see these dreams of smiles have come to be

For,within my heart,we are as one in the presence of the setting sun

Underneath a velvet mystic sky as clouded mists go rolling by

Upon a crystalled span of sea awash in sheer tranquility



And,all around,there is no sound --- not even a echoed whisper found

Just she and I within a world so unbridled and unfurled

Her poetic gaze I praise in song as,with the winds,we drift along

Past and beyond the skyline view...forever into the distant blue