I could rally you into my bared skies,
your two tone flesh exposed in early sheen;
open myself for your sure push downward
to a place I don't want to go, have left,
but I watch you from afar, wishing you
only the best;
expecting nothing, nothing leaves me light
not weighed down from this high flying mind's flight
toward plunging, definitive destiny
with it's broken promises in pieces.
I imagine you in swirls of my faith,
a smile of free joy on your open face, left afar,
for I know that if you approach too close,
we'd make a mess of our lost place,
bordering too nigh to ignore madness
between glee's cracks.
So you stay there in freeform dragon flight,
as I soar up on revery soft thoughts
in token white clouds, inflated relics,
wide from what we are when we veer too near.
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