A million furlong away,
across the happy isles
you sit
cross legged,
on the mountain top
watching the sun descend
in the horizon
the waves dance for you
the warm sand
beneath your feet
stretches a chasm
between here
and there
only ties
of dreams
that bind us
in the night
when the world rests
you appear
like a rainbow
swiftly
disappear
when the birds sing
invoking
a glorious day
utterly forlon
i welcome
what's given
the glorious hours
ahead,hoping
it won't be long
till you appear
in this chaotic place
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