Air
Sweeps through glass
Clear, white, and pure
Its kiss sweet with love
Fills my pen with songs
I write them down
And they bloom in hues.
Songs that tint and shade
Red moon and black seas
Paint my mind with gems:
Not found when searched
But comes when one sleeps
With eyes like ice in dreams.
Hush, I wait for muse
It sings to me like birds
That do not sleep at night.
It comes to me like air,
Like red moon and black seas.
Sweeps through glass
Clear, white, and pure
Its kiss sweet with love
Fills my pen with songs
I write them down
And they bloom in hues.
Songs that tint and shade
Red moon and black seas
Paint my mind with gems:
Not found when searched
But comes when one sleeps
With eyes like ice in dreams.
Hush, I wait for muse
It sings to me like birds
That do not sleep at night.
It comes to me like air,
Like red moon and black seas.

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