For Ever
I see glory
also might
never ending beauty
flashings of brilliance
holding tight
shapes drawing in (my in)attention
surrender
where your summer soltice
is always
bathing about my mind
a new day reborn
amid a thousand technicolor skies
an eruption of unison
from the iris of your eye
and I see
oh I see
your glory flapping in the wind
of time
stirring still (for)ever(y)
waking day
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