Random Acts...

The horizon lines dissolve

from their rust colored roots

toward a cacophonous canvas

of this sprinkled night sky

where your eyes

seem to hover above

peering into our past

and delivering me

from concrete lines

and some self-directed gloom

of chilled determinations.

The way only your aura invades

within each tear of song

like unbridled rivers

longing for endless hope

or some needed salvation.

The way I love you.

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