The View Through Your Eyes
kept apart by pure polarity
you inspire my solidarity
I can't touch you lest I die
still you're living in my eye
oh dear nearly child of mine
how I find you
more than fine
reaching out to crisscross
stars
to gather gumdrops
and guitars
as the turning world grows
older I feel you standing
on my shoulder
watch the bright parade
go by
and share your view
with my mind's eye
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